MetroRiderLA

There’s no better time than now to invest in Metro’s elevator maintenance company! Metro, having an enormous handicap in people moving capabilities must be paying top dollar for the transportation of its riders along the y-axis. If it’s not the escalators, which it by all means is, at least one broken at each station at all times of day, it’s the elevators.
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The first time I heard it, I thought there was an injured animal stuck under the tracks. I walked up and down, but didn’t see anything. But the sound, that sound, THE SOUND.. it haunted me. But when I returned weeks later, the sound remained. How could this injured animal still be under there? It has been months since my first visit and the sound remains. And I don’t think its an injured animal anymore
I’m talking, of course, about the Civic Center redline stop. The station’s art features some very cool and very creepy levitating/ falling human bodies. Overall, I’d say it’s one of the quieter stations, but there is this crazy echoeing chirp you can hear while waiting. You can hear it ever 30 seconds or so.. sometimes it sounds like birds chirping.. but sometimes it sounds almost mechanical.. robotic.. evil. It always creeps me out.
What is up with the mystery sound of the Civic Center stop? Is it a ghost? An art instalation? A job for Scooby Do and the gang?

I was sitting at the Sunset/Vermont red line station thinking about crazy earthquake survival scenarios earlier today. You know, going over in my mind where the best, the “safest”, cover would be. I was under one of the escalators leaning comfortably on those silver bars and decided I was probably pretty well off. If things started rumbling, if things started tumbling, I was sure the silver frame of the escalator would stay in tact, protecting me from ultimate doom. Then I thought about the escalator I just passed when I was descending to the platform, which was broke down and re-thought my stance. The escalators would be the first to go! (more…)

As seen on the 207 @ Sunset and Western. Has MetroriderLA’s own Wad been caught redhanded defacing MTA property? YOU BE THE JUDGE!

UPDATED AUG 25

Metrorider ELHAY has recieved a nastygram regarding this post so I feel I should clarify. I didn’t see the perp commiting the crime.. And frankly, it seems doubtful that the actual Wad we know and love here could be connected to such ruthless scrachitti. But still.. it’s a pretty hilarious coincidence!

My apologies and a tip of the hat to an essential poster.

Another day, another let down. But I can’t write another complaint; I don’t have it in me. This blog has to be informative as well. So here’s a short informative post on one of the many ways to beat the heat this summer while riding Metro or any of the other modes of public transit this wonderful city/county has to offer.

Step 1, lean against the bus sign and take in the constant entertainment around you because you just might witness this.

Though it was blistering outside, the wait seemed to pass in cool fashion. Perhaps it was the breeze from the gas burning Chevy Tahoe’s and Nissan Armada’s passing by that was cooling me. Or perhaps it was the ranting of two crazies yelling at each other from across Beverly Blvd.

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This past week I moved to a new office building with all the trimmings and gadgets a new building trying to prove to the world that it’s creative must have. Decorative basketball hoops, couches with digi code, giant carpets and hanging flat screens for no apparent reason, airing whatever’s in HD. Yesterday was a local news segment about a lady who makes earrings specifically designed for cats, but it was in HD so it was newsworthy. But building spoils aside and to the point of this post. With a new location comes a new commute to work. I accepted this with open arms and blessed my future mornings without the insanity of the 720.

So there I was, Monday morning and smiling. Getting off at Beverly, mocking those poor souls I’ve seen so many times who I knew had to get off at Wilshire. I wonder if they noticed me getting off? And if not on Monday morning, at least by today? I wonder if they now hate me? I hoped not, but what could I do I thought, it wasn’t my fault they had to ride on the most popular corridor in Los Angeles, if not the United States, and do so without a train. (I try to throw that in as much as possible. Damn you BRU, that too.) I walked casually to my new transfer spot and waited for my new love… the 14. But the love affair, as all love affairs with busses, didn’t last.

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