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Rosa Parks Transit Centre, Detroit MI

August 2025

(From vacation, a friend wanted some pix of the New Flyer buses)

#Detroit buses #Detroit #New Flyer #buses

my new flyer is home!

And I even found the time to assemble it and try it out!

The sliding hooks are kinda a game changer! The bobbins fill so much more evenly so I will poobably fit more yarn onto them! I love that. (On the photo is an older bobbin still spun on the other wheel so it's filled unevenly)

I have to say i love it so far. And it also already has an ace sticker xDD

And I love that it can also work as a double drive wheel. I think I'll soon try it. After this sock yarn experiment.

#fibre arts #hand spinning #spinning wheel #New flyer

WMATA New Flyer XD40 4642 (July 13 2025)

#wmata #transit #public transportation #bus #new flyer #xd40 #busposting

Slasher is feeling very sus about taking the 77 Crosstown North through its entire routing.

Winnipeg Transit 2017 New Flyer XD40 bus no. 193 Route 77 Crosstown North to Kildonan Place. Series: 170-199

#winnipegtransit #buses #city of winnipeg #pokemon #winnipeg #Garchomp #77 Crosstown North #Polo Park #Kildonan Place #Garden City Centre #Red River College #RRC Polytech #xd40 #New Flyer #wpgroute77 #Route 77 #crosstown routes

#new flyer d40lf #new flyer #public transit #mostly i just wanted to post this on here

The People’s Torque

Our tax money goes into buying buses and trains, so that torque honestly should belong to all of us. It’s the People’s Torque. Who is the “bus driver” to say that he knows better than the rest of us where we should go? Everyone on this damn bus has to walk like thirty minutes from where the bus drops us off to get to work or our homes. If it isn’t serving us, the riders, then who does the bus actually serve?

To find out the answer to this question, I waited until my regular bus driver stopped for a piss and then just hopped into his seat and drove the bus away. After a whole life of wanting to do this, I was finally making progress on my goals. My court-ordered psychiatrist would be pleased. Now, you might think operating a bus is difficult, because a specialized position (”bus driver”) is required to do so. This is elitist bullshit; the bus is an automatic, so it’s basically the same as driving any mid-sized limousine like the one you have sitting in your backyard on blocks.

A bunch of the people in the back started to yell when they noticed I had self-actualized my hidden power in society. Of course they would: they’ve been trained by a lifetime of government thuggery to believe that only those with actual qualifications should be allowed to operate a city bus. I say, if you can do it better, you should. And I apply that reasoning to a lot of things: hot air balloon operation, furnace repair, and yes, even the police department. I do a quick waggle of the steering wheel as I merge into traffic, which hangs out the rear end of the bus with a pleasing powerslide. Could the old bus driver do this? Probably not, which is why I’m here now.

After the next set of traffic lights, of course, there is a police roadblock. The police are another symptom of this whole thing. Again, what’s so hard about their job? I drive a Panther-platform Ford at reckless speeds all the time, and I don’t even have the benefit of a siren to warn other drivers that I’m on my way. I mash my foot onto the fuel pedal, and the ancient diesel way in the back of the bus responds with a ferocious roar. It has never been run this hard, and I think it appreciates the challenge. A break from mediocrity is something all of us need to operate at peak performance. The Vics which once constituted the roadblock now clatter helplessly off the front of the - my - bus, although the windshield glass does spider a bit from the impact of mangled steel against it.

We are making great time, I announce to the terrified passengers who are now huddled in the back. They are discussing mutiny, and not in quiet voices, either. This is the kind of class violence those who consider themselves our superiors want: worker turned against worker. With another quick jag of the steering wheel, I knock them to the ground and remind them that I still hold massive power over their lives. Only I know what is best for them, I catch myself saying out loud, and then realize the hypocrisy in my words. With but a mere five hundred cubic inches of New Flyer, I have become the oppressor that I hoped to overcome. I have become the Bus Driver.

At the next stop, I get off in tears and walk to the nearest bar. Surely, a new driver will emerge from the huddle at the back of the bus, I think. They will continue the trip without me. I cannot face those that I have betrayed.

Although this attempt to seize power for the common man against the faceless bureaucracy has failed, I still hold the dream in my heart. Perhaps next week at work, I will no longer put up with Janet leaving her meal in the microwave for several minutes after it is cooked. I will remove that meal, put my own in, and damn her for opposing my righteous journey.

#ford #ford crown victoria #new flyer