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I think it’s time to finally post this. I actually drew it in September, but hadn’t posted it yet because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep it at flat colors or to shade it. I obviously didn’t shade it, and I probably won’t at this point, so yeah. (Even though it would really be quite easy to do, because all the Muni Metro cars are the same color, so the characters are all the same color…)

SO YES, MUNI METRO. This set of personifications was probably inevitable! Especially considering the K-Ingleside comic I posted a while back!

From left to right:

The J-Church, who is, of course, an insufferable hipster, given its territory. He’s short because they can only ever run one-car Js due to right of way issues through Dolores Park.

The T-Third and the K-Ingleside. They’re That Couple. You know the one. Attached at the hip, refer to themselves as “we” and never “I,” really need to get a room that’s more private than West Portal. The K is spastic and erratic and generally nuts, with a bit of an evil streak. The T is used to dealing with a lot of mayhem, so he can handle the K’s neuroses most of the time. He’s generally pretty chill in the face of everything, unless there is baseball, at which point he flips his shit too.

The M-Ocean View, who splits a good chunk of time between college and the mall. She manages to not get frustrated by large groups of pushy people, and she’s usually there to help people get where they need to go when the K has a meltdown. (At least, that’s my experience…)

The L-Taraval is based on a Muni blogger transit fan friend of mine who lives right off Taraval. I can’t help but project the personality of this friend onto this line, so there we go. She was there when I drew this and answered a bunch of my questions about design. (ie. “If you were a streetcar, what would you wear?”)

The N-Judah has no fucks left to give, and very often loses the ability to can, and if you need to get to Ocean Beach, you’re just going to have to deal with it. His design is based off of a very prominent Muni blogger who lives along that line. He does not have those tattoos, but he was wearing a “Back door step down!” shirt when I showed him this picture.

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OH YOU COCK SUCKING PUNK BITCH MOTHER FUCKER 48

DON’T FUME HUFFING 2 DAY OLD MAXI PAD SUCKING…48

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Sometimes cheap Chinese knockoff toys are amazing.

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jesus christ how pissed does this rugged motherfucker look like “yeah I broke the fucking rules what about it”

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I like trains because I feel safe.  Maybe liking trains is like liking anatomy, the way everything is so packed in.  This summer I got very interested in taking trains to Grand Central and loitering and getting back on.  To be totally honest, I had an internship, but to be more honest, sometimes I just loved to ride the train for no reason once I had a monthly pass.  To stand in the station and then descend into the dark.  I got on the train early, when it was empty.  Then it stirred later, when it was fuller, and the tattooed man made his way down the aisles of us and we would hold up our passes with anxiety, sitting on our hands.  I speak for myself.  I am nervous about being kicked out of places, but in the end I’m sure, the train is my temporary home.

Greyhounds are not a home, just a way of moving.  One of those neat buses with striped seats was paid for by my school to take us to the Bodies Exhibit and it was there that I learned I am a train.  I was crafted with care.  My bones were smoothed out, loose and fragile, like delicate boxes.  The girl I had a crush on didn’t come on the field trip and later she was briefly ill.  So I started to recover from the way I felt.  But I wish I recovered more, and I would have, on a train.  Trains are like crushes.  I wish I could marry a train, instead of having to worry about the problems inherent in marrying a person.

The train comes when it is snowing.  It comes in the dawn.  When I was a kid I stayed up late and hoped for the Polar Express.  There is Harry Potter too so I guess that others feel so tender and joyful about trains, which are perpetual beginnings.  Commuting can be sad if the train disappears and becomes just another mode.  On summer mornings at seven o’clock, I pulled into the station and in terror charged across the tracks as the light flashed and the big bar came crashing down.  I could have been crushed, defeated.  Instead I squeezed myself in among the suited men who inhabit trains at those dim hours.  I vowed not to be like them.

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What are your thoughts on signal fans? Also US&S Teardrop Bell is best mechanical bell. :3

I don't know what these things are, what does everyone else think?

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by myztam

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there's these weird buses in san francisco that look like other buses but something is off and when you're getting on you suddenly realize that the doors are really skinny and when you get on the seats are smooth and bright blue

this sounds like the beginning of a creepypasta but it's just a bus

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SEPTA's Wilmington/Newark line

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oh man I totally forgot about The General! it's on netflix. it's not for everyone I guess but if you like buster keaton at all you will love it. it has a lot of cool train-related stunts

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we made it

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