The first time we visited the Cable Car Museum, we expected to see little more than a few dioramas and maybe a ceramic dog — we’d been drinking, and were really looking for a bathroom. Instead, we got the guts of the line, with big spinning wheels and deep-earth rumblings, and we stood transfixed, like an orphan in a steampunk novel, hypnotized by 19th-century tech. (Later we learned it was 1982 tech, thanks to a system-wide rebuild.) We felt the same way, with visiting family, in the engine room the... More >>>