Long are the days gone of subway cars that smelled of burnt oil, with ripped straw seats. Here is one much restored...
Posted on 09/15/2019 7:02:11 AM PDT by DUMBGRUNT
The arrival of the Long Island Rail Road’s newest train has been quickly followed by commuter complaints, ranging from a lack of Wi-Fi, insufficient leg room at some seats, and the peculiar location of one of the trains’ most anticipated features — electrical outlets.
“As soon as we saw it, we said that was not functional. You’re either going to have the people who are sitting in the windows using both of them, or someone wanting to stretch their wires from the outside across someone’s lap, which no one’s going to want,”
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Long are the days gone of subway cars that smelled of burnt oil, with ripped straw seats. Here is one much restored...
Oh noze! A train w/o “sufficient WiFi” and not enough electrical plugs....how can anyone expect to survive a trip like that?
I hear ya about the hills - when I was in Kindergarten, I walked 3 miles each way in waist deep snow and had to be alert so the local Indians didn’t waylay me.
Then the Nuns would torture the hell out of us so the trip back seemed like a stroll in a Springtime park.
“I walked 3 miles each way in waist deep snow and had to be alert so the local Indians didn’t waylay me.”
Damn, I thought that ended in the late 1800s. Tells you what I know.
Nope - even into the 1950’s there has been a lot of snow in a Rochester Winter...I may be mistaken about the Indians though...but, then again, my Uncle Joe loved fishing and he and his friend, “The Chief” built a boat together.....
Pole dancing in the aisle?
Then the Nuns would torture the hell out of us so the trip back seemed like a stroll in a Springtime park.
I went to the Lutheran school, but often visited my friends over at OLPH, they were paid to sweep the floors after school! (Not much)
They were teacher’s pets, no knuckle bleeding.
I rode that series of subway cars on the BMT line to HS. They were old and on their way out at that time.
I lived in Rochester in the 1960s. Deep snow even then
In another complaint, customers are angry that the LED lighting is too bright in the Sushi Bar Car.
Walking 3 miles to school ended in the 50’s when buses became more common and dependable. I have a picture of my sister driving a John Deere A tractor pulling a trailer with my brothers going to school in the 40’s. School was about 4 miles away in rural farmland.
Today even having thoughts about making a kid walk to school (free ranging to leftards) would be child abuse and cause to bring in social services.
Also in the child abuse department, my sister and brother drove a grain truck on the farm. My sister sat on her knees to steer the truck while the brother was on the floor operating the clutch as gas pedals. It’s a frequent story she tells at family get-togther’s. All of us kids were raised to be independent at a very early age. My first vehicle was a tractor at age 9. At age 14 I drove a loaded gravel truck. At age 16 I hired on as a grain truck driver with no drivers license.
Those abusive events traumatized all of us kids forcing us to become loyal American conservatives. The dastardly way we were raised caused us to fear today’s normal American joys of abortion, drug abuse and making friends while in jail.
I rode the BMT to work. The wicker seats were all ripped. Short skirts were in vogue then and the darn seats ripped my stockings. They had overhead fans I think.
The good ‘ol days, when dems were more or less sane compared to today. A republican mayor in NYC (Lindsay, although he switched).
“Also in the child abuse department, my sister and brother drove a grain truck on the farm. My sister sat on her knees to steer the truck while the brother was on the floor operating the clutch as gas pedals.”
It was good enough doing just the gas and brake pedals blind, but the clutch - that took some SERIOUS coordination!!!
(and for people not familiar, back in the day, clutches were not synchronized, as they are today, and thus were much more difficult to operate)
That man did more to destroy the city than any mayor in my time there...LaGuardia to Bloomburg.
Before the fare went to 15 cents there were no tokens. You just dropped a dime into the turnstile slot.
That floor looks like someone may have killed one of Ripley’s Aliens there.
And it was uphill both ways.
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