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liberalsarecool · 3 months
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Spending $150 MILLION to chase down $104K is a wicked level of class warfare.
Just letting fare jumpers go would save hundreds of millions. #ACAB
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femboy-expert · 8 months
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I am so good at photography
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politijohn · 1 year
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Public image vs. reality
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odinsblog · 3 months
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“All this happening at once is really startling,” said Joseph Schwieterman, a DePaul University professor who researches intercity bus travel and directs the university’s Chaddick Institute for Metropolitan Development. “You’re taking mobility away from disproportionately low-income and mobility-challenged citizens who don’t have other options.”
Roughly three-quarters of intercity bus riders have annual incomes of less than $40,000. More than a quarter would not make their trip if bus service was not available, according to surveys by Midwestern governments reviewed by DePaul University.
Intercity bus riders are also disproportionately minorities, people with disabilities, and unemployed travelers.
A spokesperson for Greyhound, which is now owned by German company FlixMobility, said it strives to offer customers the most options for connections, but has “encountered challenges in some instances.” The spokesperson also said they “actively engage with local stakeholders to emphasize the importance of supporting affordable and equitable intercity bus travel.”
The terminal closures have been accelerating as Greyhound, the largest carrier, sells its valuable terminals to investors, including investment firm Alden Global Capital.
Last year, Alden subsidiary Twenty Lake Holdings purchased 33 Greyhound stations for $140 million. Alden is best known for buying up local newspapers like The Chicago Tribune, New York Daily News and The Baltimore Sun, cutting staff, and selling some of the iconic downtown buildings.
Alden has started to sell the Greyhound depots to real estate developers, speeding up the timetable for closures.
“I don’t know the specific details of each building, but it is clear what is happening here: an important piece of transit infrastructure is being sacrificed in the name of higher profits,” said Stijn Van Nieuwerburgh, a professor of real estate at Columbia Business School.
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“The public sector has turned a cold shoulder to buses,” DePaul’s Schwieterman said. “We subsidize public transit abundantly, but we don’t see this as an extension of our transit system. Few governments view it as their mandate.”
Bus terminals are costly for companies to operate, maintain and pay property taxes on. Many have deteriorated over the years, becoming blighted properties struggling with homelessness, crime and other issues.
But terminal closures cause a ripple effect of problems.
Travelers can’t use the bathroom, stay out of the harsh weather or get something to eat while they wait. People transferring late at night or early in the morning, sometimes with long layovers, have no place to safely wait or sleep. It’s worse in the cold, rain, snow or extreme heat.
Bus carriers often try to switch to curbside service when a terminal closes, but curbside bus service can clog up city streets with passengers and their luggage, snarl traffic, increase pollution, and frustrate local business owners. In Philadelphia, a Greyhound terminal closure and switch to curbside service after its lease ended turned into a “humanitarian disaster” and “municipal disgrace” with people waiting on street corners.
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the-cta-official · 5 months
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Finally got the entire express section of the purple line
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drcyrusbortel · 8 months
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CyberGwen: Morning Crush
Ships: Gwen/Miles
Summary: Gwen wakes up in Miles' apartment... and runs right into Rio. Also, rush hour hijinks!
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2.2: "Morning Crush"
“Miles, honey, you didn’t tell me you had guests!” 
Gwen snapped awake. A middle-aged woman loomed over the fold-out, a pass clipped to her t-shirt. 
“Mom!” Miles broke into a string of spanish, and the woman  - Mrs. Morales, Mrs, Morales - responded in kind. 
Mrs. Morales turned her attention back to Gwen. “It’s… Gwen, isn’t it? Miles mentioned you before.”
Gwen nodded. “Yes, uhh… Mrs. Morales. This was… unplanned. We uhh… got off work very late, and Miles was kind enough to offer me a place to rest my head.”
“Ah, the raid at the docks last night, yes? It was all over the news. They’re saying they arrested a lot of people all over the city.” She turned to Miles. “It was a busy night for your father as well.”
“Mom, you know it’s a state security matter.” Miles shot Gwen a furtive glance. 
Mrs. Morales smiled. “He uses that excuse for everything. Even when I ask about you.”
She reached into her bag, and produced a large thermos flask. “If I had known you’d be here, I’d have made more turnip soup. It’s good for you. Have some after you freshen up.”
Gwen did as she was told, and wolfed down a steaming bowl of turnips, carrots, and soup. 
It was good for her. 
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As per its modus operandi, the RTDC had built the obscenely profitable housing estate directly atop the subway station, with the typical giant retail-and-logistics podium sandwiched in between. A short elevator ride, stroll through the shopping mall, and escalator ride brought them to the concourse. They flashed their Agency cards as they walked past the big terahertz scanner - a gesture mostly done for the benefit of the bemused transit security officers ogling their guns than for any official purpose, given that the facial recognition systems were more than capable of verifying that they were authorized to carry automatic weapons in the subway and collecting the fare.
They rushed past the platform screen doors and jammed themselves into the car. With twelve-car trains at ninety second intervals, the line pumped a hundred and fifty thousand passengers per hour from South Brooklyn into the heart of Manhattan, and Miles felt it in every shoulder, elbow, and backpack. Gwen avoided his gaze, instead pressing her back against his as additional passengers flooded into the car in a bid to preserve enough space to hold up her phone. He ignored the not unpleasant sensation as he absentmindedly stared at the big screen on the upper wall. 
Between advertisements, announcements, and public service messages, a pretty newscaster yammered on about the war in Argentina, where the Pacifican-backed government of free Patagonia was apparently making headway against the new European-backed regime in Buenos Aires, Brussels’ latest scheme to undermine the Joint Government of the Pacific and destroy the way of life of Manhattanites, New Yorkers, and Pacificans everywhere.
His mother mouthed a goodbye before getting off ahead of the East River, and Gwen turned around to face him, resting her phone against his chest. 
“Uhh… I’m sorry about…” 
“Your mother’s very nice. You should be thankful that she can still come around to visit.” Gwen’s steely blue eyes were glued to her phone, and it was all that Miles could do to keep his eyes fixated on them instead of…
“Dude. Stop squirming. We’ve got a secure call, and the Agency app has this stupid password…” Gwen pressed an earbud into Miles’ ear even as she grappled with her work phone. 
The voice of their supervisor cut through the subway din even as a slightly portly middle-aged man appeared on the screen. “...okay, people, I know most of you aren’t at work yet, but the big boss wants boots on the ground ASAP.” 
“Uhh… sir, with all due respect, we’re on the subway. This network isn’t secure, and this room is definitely not secure.” Miles stammered. 
Gwen sighed. Everyone knew that internet security efforts had lagged behind government and corporate cyberespionage for decades, and that any network not air-gapped and on servers, fiber-optics, and satellites under your complete control was basically an open book as far as anyone important was concerned. If you wanted to do something secret, you had to do it face to face, in the same room, in a secure installation. As lackadaisical as Special Agent In-Charge Peter B. Parker was, even he knew that, which obviously meant… 
“Yeah, yeah, Miles, I know it’s not the 2010s any more, thank you. Rest assured, I am capable of circumspection.” He took another bite out of his pineapple bun. “As I was saying, yesterday’s… operations have already yielded results, and we’re up to our elbows in fresh lists. Chief O’Hara wants us to follow up double-quick, before, quote-unquote, the so-called Front for the Liberation of Quebec and their Eurotrash paymasters can find their footing. As usual, we’ve gotten the scut work. Peni, keep your bots over Staten Island, we’ll move the logistics in place. Noir, get your direct action teams ready, orders to follow.” He turned to Miles and Gwen. “You two, just get off at Morgan Sachs Chase and sign in at the front desk. There’ll be a guy there with the details. If you don’t come in, you’ll be able to get to the hospital on time.”
Miles shrugged. “Great. A bank. We’ll fit right in with casual Friday.” 
Gwen chuckled.
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Author's note: Romance! Excitement! Stuck together! Infrastructure plays Cupid!!!
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atlantathecity · 2 months
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Whoosh!! I still get a little thrill when the train enters the station, especially when two are on the move at the same time. Five Points MARTA.
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mumblelard · 3 months
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night before last i dreamt that i was taking a couch nap and i woke up next to an alligator, one of the big ones that look older than continents with tiny eyes from squinting into the distance, looking past eons of memories of birth and death, my tiny little life, too small for an old one like this to even see, but here they are, hugging me on my couch
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akayna · 5 days
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Took the morning train to Vancouver, BC
Bruh, what a lovely way to travel across the border! @amtrak-official 💚
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atlurbanist · 3 days
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Does this mean we're finally getting infill stations on MARTA's heavy-rail system? If so, that's great news!
We absolutely need new stations built in between existing ones, to provide access to rail transit closer to the emerging nodes of urban density near the tracks.
Important: be sure to wrap in displacement-prevention funding/policy with the new stations, plus Transit Oriented Development with affordable housing at the stations.
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balluprojects · 1 month
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Under Blue Traffic, 2024
@ Oceanário de Lisboa, Portugal have a dreamy evening ^^
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liberalsarecool · 1 year
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Cancel cars, improve cities.
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femboy-expert · 10 months
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I finally realized why I love trains.
I’ve loved trains all my life.
My first memory is of me waiting at a small town station for a train back home, I tape subway maps to my bedroom wall, I commute by train, and I pay for those trips with a train shaped keychain-NFCcard.
But whenever someone asks me “what do you like about trains?” I’ve always failed to find an adequate answer.
Today I have that answer. (It’s a convoluted one though)
Another thing I love is machinery. Not just any machinery, large scale stationary machinery, like those factory assembly lines with conveyor belts (If I liked any machinery I’d be into cars 🤢) I’m a big fan of how them and their intricate parts work together to perform a purpose and perform it well, the sheer scale is so astonishing too.
Now how does this tie into trains?
Well, if you think about it, a good rail system is just like a huge machine. The trains and the rails, the stations , the signaling, the ticket gates and so much more working together as one big, intricate machine transporting potentially millions a day.
If one assembly line is enough to make me happy, then it’s obvious that these often nation spanning systems just make my serotonin receptors fucking overheat.
I mean, it all makes so much sense.
I prefer ground level or elevated lines the same way I prefer it when I can see the inside of a machine instead of it being covered.
My heart aches when I see the American rail system same way it does looking at a broken machine
My unbridled disdain for cars as non stationary relatively small machinery
God I fucking love trains
I’m so happy I found the reason
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Anyways have a train pic :3
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electronicsquid · 1 year
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It’s our old friend the Zeppelin bus 
(Dmitri Kessel. 1957?)
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the-pink-hacker · 2 months
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I so badly want to create a video essay about Minecraft elytras.
It starts off talking about the downsides to elytras. Then, the video shifts to talking about how neglected other forms of transportation are.
This is when the hbomberguy bait and switch occurs. Now, it starts talking about how private transportations has completely fucked so many parts of our lives and late stage capitalism is the cause behind it.
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the-cta-official · 5 months
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Finally, the pink line from 54th. Once im in town again in the winter ill get more (probably higher quality) ones, but this’ll unfortunately be the last one until then. In the meantime i guess i gotta be funny or something
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