BART is a core Bay Area experience. It unites all corners of the Bay except Marin (who needs Marin County anyway?). BART was built for the people and it belongs to the people, young and old, visitors and locals. The first time I rode by myself, I got lost. The

Public transportation is the backbone of any functional urban area. If it’s left in a state of decay, then the cities it serves will also suffer as a result. Back in 2019, BART was breaking ridership records left and right. The tech boom, for all the damage it caused, was

On March 16th in West Portal, 78-year-old Mary Fong Lau sped east up Ulloa Street.  Her SUV barrelled past Wawona towards Lenox Way, where a family of four stood waiting for a bus to the zoo. She crossed the painted yellow lines and train tracks embedded in the road and

A late-night BART ride is not for the faint of heart. You’re transported between point A and B in the weird, twisted world of Bay Area Transit. There’s no telling what you’ll see onboard – a used joint, wild creatures from the unknown, left over food or even your classic

Scott Wiener is attacked a lot, and most of it is unfair. There is no evidence that he is a groomer or a pedophile or any of the other nasty things right wing media has said about him. A lot of the attacks on Wiener are rooted in homophobia and

There are few things as inextricably tied to the experience of day-to-day life in the Bay Area as BART. Bay Area Rapid Transit is more than a rail network or a type of public infrastructure, it’s a cultural icon that serves as a microcosm of everything the San Francisco Bay

Twenty years ago a circle of chalk was drawn, on the concrete, in front of the 16th Street Mission BART station. To what purpose was this chalk circle? A ritual of recognition? A demarcation of special space? A making important, via a specific corner, that which is too often disregarded? Well folks, it

I dash across the landing and just like an Olympic high jumper, I hurl myself, and my giant protruding pregnant belly high up in the air and leap over the head and body of a large man lying lifelessly smack dab in front of my Bart doorway