By Erin Sherbert
By Erin Sherbert
By Leif Haven
By Erin Sherbert
By Chris Roberts
By Kate Conger
By Brian Rinker
By Rachel Swan
Where's the concern for human lives?:I am totally shocked by Peter Byrne's exposé of Muni's high accident and death rates ["Death, Maiming, Money, and Muni," Aug. 6]. It's painfully obvious that the local civic structure is so embedded in the "good ol' boys" system that human lives are no longer the priority.
Where union representation was once a means of protecting the working man, it has become a forum of bullies to hide their misbehaviors and incompetence. The blatant callousness and strategic cover-up is criminal. Someone needs to lose his or her job; someone needs to be held accountable. Let them riot, let them sue, let them strike. Someone needs to come in as the authoritative adult and wave a finger.
Shut down the system and bring the city to a halt if it's going to save lives. I'll drive my car down to the Financial District and pay the $12 a day for parking. Thanks for bringing this to light.
What can we the people do?:Thank you so much for letting the public know about the atrocities that Muni is committing. This is crazy; what can an ordinary citizen do other than send angry letters?
Marni Von Wilpert
'Scuse me, driver, but you're scaring the shit outta me:Byrne's excellent article on Muni underscores why, but doesn't mention that fares will rise sharply next month. Some of my own experiences and observations:
Failure to yield to emergency vehicles. Muni drivers -- they're not the only ones, of course -- fail to pull to the right and stop when firetrucks, ambulances, and police cars approach with sirens blaring and/or emergency lights flashing. Once, a bus I was riding northbound through the Stockton Street tunnel continued moving in just such an instance. When I asked the driver why he hadn't stopped, he said, "Oh, but it was coming the other way." In fairness, I'll add that I've seen numerous buses yield appropriately.
Red-light running. Again, Muni drivers aren't the only ones culpable. But many of them have an attitude problem about it. One evening, my wife and I counted three such violations as we were riding eastbound on Geary Boulevard. As we disembarked, I told the driver, "You ought to ease up on that red-light running." She snapped back, "Are you a policeman?" After I told her I wasn't, she said, "Well, I want you to mind your own business!" I responded, "It's very definitely my business. First, you have no right to subject your passengers to that kind of risk. Second, my taxes and fare money pay your salary. Third, you're on report." She mumbled something about not being able to stop in time because of faulty brakes. Some comfort, eh?
Another time, a bus that had been stopped at a red light on Larkin at O'Farrell started through the intersection before the light changed. The driver of a vehicle on O'Farrell had to slam on his brakes and came within just a couple of feet of broadsiding the bus.
Fare-skippers. Especially on the extra-long, articulated buses, passengers are able to enter through the back door and avoid paying their fares. I mentioned it to one driver as it was happening. He shrugged and said, "Nothin' I can do about it." When I e-mailed Muni about the problem, a bureaucrat e-mailed me back with an assurance that "Pay your fare share" signs were being posted in all the buses -- as if that's supposed to stop the scofflaws. Incidentally, I've noticed that buses no longer carry those signs.
Some of my complaints about drivers' conduct have resulted in hearings, at which I've been asked to appear. At one of them, the driver's union rep pointedly asked me how I felt about unions. I politely but firmly explained to him that I have a history of union activism, of which I'm damn proud.
Sharing the blame:Byrne's brilliant investigation is wasted on San Francisco, the childish land of unaccountability. Its transit problems won't be solved until Muni, its passengers, pedestrians, bikes, and cars operate with at least a modicum of responsibility.
Same with homelessness and all other ills. Sunday morning, for example, on my way to a film at Metreon, I stopped at Starbucks on Market near Stockton. A street denizen entered, sat, and began throwing up on the floor intermittently. I thought of calling one of the supervisors who killed "Care Not Cash" to come clean up the mess.
I can't make someone clean up his act. But I'm not willing to put up with his misbehavior, either. As for the demand for rehab, it's based on myth. Willingness is the only requirement for reformation.
As for the city's transit problems, Byrne makes it clear that every Muni vehicle needs a driver and an enforcer: The driver must be world-class; safe, and, as possible, on schedule. The enforcer must deal with passengers: collect fares and deny access to passengers who behave without civility, which includes people who partake of beverages, not to mention whole meals, on board, as well as various addicts and others who are frighteningly hostile.