Trains and Planes and Things
The Institutional Obfuscations of the Railroads and Public Transport in
General
Penn Station 1911 (© New York Times)
The people who were responsible for tearing down this magnificent structure should have been
executed, but they are probably all dead now anyway, just like the original builders
Web Page Contents:
NEW (Feb 1998):
An attempt to ride the entire NYC Subway system in one day.
From the first days of the steam railways (when was it, 1826 or
something like that?), there has been a Masonic-type attitude of public
transport employees toward the cattle they service. [It's OK if you
know the secret handshake, otherwise it's F--- You]. The mentality has probably existed for as long as there was any public transportation from ancient Rome up to the time of the first scheduled runs of the stage-coaches of the 18th century, when 'progress'
started to happen and Hobson's Choice gave way to "it's beyond our control" Cases in point,
using the New York City Transit Authority as a model:
- "This train is being held by Supervision. We will be moving shortly."
(Notoriously at Jay Street (HQ), where the trainee schedulers sit all day doing
nothing except hold up trains that are already late in the sense that you
had to wait 20 minutes for one to come in the first place. (This ALWAYS
happens when you are in a hurry to get somewhere.)
- Stalled between or in stations: "We will be moving shortly. Thank you for
your cooperation." [WHAT cooperation? I haven't done anything to
cooperate--just sat there fuming.] Eventually, if you luck out, you will hear a
message about a police action at such and such a place, or a sick
passenger, or G-train ahead of us, or flooding on the X-line tracks. That doesn't
get the train moving...
- Have you ever noticed that there is usually some ass on a subway train
who insists on standing in the door, blocking it, and looking up and
down the platform for what....? Also, the folks, not just the
panhandlers and muggers, who systematically persist on getting out and moving to another car at every station (and also the ones who keep trying the doors between cars, even when as on the
IND lines, they are always locked)? Moving between cars, except when you are looking for a
seat or avoiding the car with the smelly bum sprawled out in it, is very suspicious or at least
neurotic behavior. I'm not blaming the MTA workers for this, however. There is a lot of babboonish behavior by the passengers themselves causing a lot of the problems.
- "There's another train right behind this one." Yeah, right! Also,
the famous excuse "there is congestion ahead" (when there hasn't been a
train before this one for at least 20 minutes). "We have a red signal" is
another good one -- someone just popped out for a cigarette and forgot
to change it to green.
- "Due to blah, blah [usually unintelligible] this train is being
rerouted over the X-line." Naturally, the X-line doesn't go anywhere
near where you want to get off. You never hear this message
of course until right before you hear "Stand clear of the closing doors" announcement. Then all the people outside start cramming in from the platform as though they hadn't heard anything for the last
ten minutes and then hold open the doors for some reason or other, so it's another
5 minutes wasted. (Is this Q-train really an F-train? Well, you jerk, they just spent the last 10 minutes
saying it was a Q running on the F line. Does that mean I can reach my station? Well, I'm not sure.)
- "This train will be going express to Z-street." This happens when
service is really backed up, hence they are trying to get things moving
faster. So of course it takes 10 minutes sitting there listening to the
same announcement over and over again while the passengers decide
whether or not they want to be on this train (more door-blocking, etc.).
- Public address systems: notoriously unintellible, except when they
are announcing something totally banal (and blasting your ears out with
the volume) like "Don't stand too near the edge of the platform,"
"Don't leave your valuables behind on the train," and my favorite,
"Please stand clear of the moving platform while trains enter or
leave this station." Do they think we are all idiots? Are they
protecting themselves from lawsuits? (Hardly matters, since anyone can
successfully sue the City anyway -- remember that guy who tried to kill
himself by jumping in front of a train, then got big bucks because he
happened to survive minus a leg or two? What was his problem, and why
did the jury buy it -- that the transit system is so bad it couldn't even kill him
properly, maybe the driver put on the brakes too soon?)
- The smelly car: Every now and then a very crowded train will pull into the
station. Doors open and you find the car in front of you almost empty Why is this car
empty? You enter and are hit with an unbelievable stench. It is the bum sprawled along the
middle seats, who smells like days-old road kill, who might actually be dead for all you know.
People giggle and make gagging gestures and just transfer to another car at the next
station. I have seen transit cops roust winos and trippers, but never one of these really
smelly ones (I guess they are afraid to touch them -- I would be). These people are revolting,
but it's also rather sad, because they have gangrenous feet and nobody is doing anything
about it.
- Personal Gripe: I can see the point of it, but why in hell do they
have to hold up a train at great inconvenience to everybody, or even take
it out of service, just because somebody fainted in the last car or had
a purse snatched in the first? My attitude is that if somebody has a
heart attack, they should be carried out onto the platform, the conductor
should notify the EMS, and the train should just continue on. Is that
callous? Don't really think so. People have collapsed on crosswalks in
front of Macy's, but that doesn't stop the traffic much (a fender-bender
on the Jersey Turnpike will cause a massive jam-up; however, this is
New York and New Yorkers don't rubberneck unless there is something
really odd going on). A pursesnatcher or mugger of course is long gone
already.
- NEW: MetroCards vs Tokens: Just watch your mobs trying to get through
the turnstiles when they hear a train coming -- damn things don't work (or
people don't use them the right way, or the money has run out on them) and
somebody is blocking your entrance when you would just rather push them
under the barrier or kick them in the ass -- get out of my way! The MetroCard
is a good idea, but there are many flaws in it, whereas a token (if you have
one) is so straightforward -- it either goes right in, or you put a nickel in by
mistake and jam up the machine. (However, you should keep the latest version
of tokens in a separate pocket, since they are no longer large, colored
differently, pierced by Y-shaped holes, or otherwise readily distinguished from nickels/quarters.) Whatever
they say, tokens should NEVER be eliminated, especially because of the
rare subway users who only use the service once every 6 months, or tourists
who only want to experience this one time -- what are you going to do with a
MetroCard with two and a half rides left on it, especially since you will either
not have it or it will have been demagnetized next time you need it (having
been crushed in your hip pocket or inadvertently swiped through an ATM)?
- SUBWAY ADS: You used to have a nice selection of grotty ad panels --
Doctor Zizmore Dermatologist (Dr Jonathan Zizmore, with a complexion like a baby's bottom, and
what a great name for a zit specialist!), Madam Zuleika's Palm Readings, Get Your High School
Diploma Here at 'Can You Read This Academy', The Laval School for the Blind (director Sister Mary
Alice or whatever, and she looks like she'd whack you even if you're blind), AIDS
is SIDA in Spanish (you idiot), etc. At least this sort of thing kept you amused if you didn't have a
book or a Post to read. Now the Transit Authority has gone into blitzkrieg
licensing of the whole side of subway car to one sponsor, which first resulted in
endless repetitions of the same sneakers ads, and is now an egregious display
of the most pretentious twaddle you don't want forced on you this way (you now
can't look anywhere without seeing their pretentious message unless you want to
look at your fellow passengers -- the old ads were designed as an escape from
dangerous eye contact -- these aren't). Too many Health Care ads: if they are so
good why do they need to sightblast you with pregnant women and geriatric care?
(Presumably, they don't provide health care to healthy people, which is why
your medical plan sucks when you get sick out of the blue -- "4 am: my baby is
sick -- Humana cares" -- well, if I got sick then it would be "who is your PCP?")
Way too many designer jeans ads (egad, so many pictures of Kate Moss that
you feel like you've lived with her for twenty years and know where every one of
her moles is). And now all this stuff that looks like Internet Java Applets. Cigna,
Audrey Cohen College ("Are you prepared for the next century?"), that awful laundry
detergent thing (I have a mental block about remembering its name, but I have to
keep my eyes diverted from the terrible typography and the 'nudity is not an
answer, got to do LAUNDrY' picture). Then ABC Radio, Amani, Fila, etc.
-- this is HORRIBLE stuff and in a way more intrusive than the TV ads in the
last half hour of Saturday Night Live.
Latest pretentious twaddle: the New York
Life ads -- "COMPASSION is Sympathy Coupled with Action," for example -- what does that have to do with insurance? This, and similar trite sound-bytes, is posted all over the subway car superimposed on this very impressive picture of the home office tower with its gilded spire against a dark gray sky. Nice art job, totally irrelevant to subway riders, or actually irrelevant
period. How can you tell from the ads that this company sells life insurance? Do you even care?
How many people are going to rush out and contact a life insurance agent, especially since
people avoid them like the plague and Jehovah's Witnesses?
Let's not badmouth just the subways -- look at the bus
companies:
- More and more expensive tickets, less and less comfort. Reduced
legroom between seats; broken or feeble reading lights; appalling
toilet (if there is one); people playing boom boxes (or, almost as
aggravating, using earphones where all you can hear is a loud "hsh,
titty,titty,hsh,titty,titty,poosh,ta,ra" --if YOU can hear that much
imagine what it's doing to their ears).
- The 'Express' bus that wanders all over the place before you get to
where you want to go.
- Having to go without a cigarette for more than an hour or so. (Well,
that's my problem, but it really does drive me up the wall.) The only
recourse is to fall asleep, which I always do in buses anyway, there's
just something about them. However, the seats are MOST unconducive to
comfortable napping, and you feel like you need a chiropractor when you
get off.
- NY City Buses (back to the MTA again): (a) you wait half an hour for
a bus that's supposed to come every 10 minutes; (b) there are 3 more of
them right behind it when it comes (half-empty); (c) everyone tries to get on the 1st
one, so it takes several minutes just to pack them in (and there is
ALWAYS a person who decides to get off at the last minute through the
front door while new passengers are already coming in); and (d) Bus Stops
that are sited by some perverse management type with a fancy title like
Passenger Flow Analyst to always be on the 'this' side of a traffic
light, so the light always turns red just as the bus is about to pull
out of the stop--so much for staggered traffic lights. (Of course, the 'that'
side is just as bad; the light turns red and you can't get off the bus until
it turns green so the driver can drive the 10 yards to the stop.)
AMTRAK
- I hardly ever take it (nor does anybody else), so I can't say that
much about it, but they do seem to have a lot of wrecks. A lot of
retired people ride AMTRAK to Florida, Kansas, and wherever. Thirty years
ago (this dates me), I used to take a lot of long-distance trains, and
really loved them [I also used to go to England on vacation by ocean
liner*] -- who says the modern world is better?
* By the way, if anybody out there in the Internet happens to read
this page, and has something to say about the Queen Mary, the Queen
Elizabeth (1), the Empress of Britain (out of Montreal up the St.
Laurence to Liverpool, wow), the Nieuw Amsterdam, the France or the
United States (actually forget which one I crossed on although I
visited both to meet or see people off),
the Rotterdam, or the Zuidercruis, please let me know. Those were
the days....[Queen Mary was absolutely the best ship I was ever on.]
Long Island RR, MetroNorth, NJ Transit, North Shore Line
(Chicago; now defunct), Chicago & Northwestern, Main Line (Philly), etc.
- What can one say? If you've ridden them, you know: Commuterville,
except when you get out to the Hamptons area of Long Island, where the
train becomes a locomotive. No smoking any more, so the cars you couldn't breathe
in even if you were a smoker are gone. Now inveterate smokers crowd the areas
between the cars, when they can get away with it. Amazing, though, how habitual such
a commute becomes -- same conductors, same seat companions, same donut and coffee
routine, same card games, etc. etc. Any event that breaks that up, such as the absence
of this or that (passenger or providence) will be audibly commented upon.
Air Travel
- This is a very limited list. When trying to think of the absolute
worst airline terminal I've ever been in, I am unable to decide! They
are ALL horrible. The better ones are Greenville SC, Las Vegas, and
San Juan PR (only because they had something else going for them apart
from just being a transit point--Greenville has a nice bar overlooking
the runway, and no loading ramps.) Newark is the best of the NYC-area
airports, but that's not saying much. JFK is the pits.
- Gander, Newfoundland. Never really saw much of it, but have a soft spot in
my heart for it, because it was conveniently there when the Lockheed
Constellation I was on in 1959 nearly crashed in Labrador (otherwise this Web Site
would not exist). However, this page is becoming too nostalgic, and the
point of it is really to dump on the attitudes of transportation media
personnel toward their customers. Let me say about this incident with
the Constellation that the plane finally arrived in London 23 hours late
and the airline (I think TWA, but don't want to be libelous) NEVER
notified anybody about this, so London Airport was full of frantic
families who had waited there all night expecting to meet people off
the plane, and Heathrow in those days didn't have any convenient Ramada
Inns nearby. This was sit-on-the-floor-all-night stuff for them (with all the
bars closed).
- British Caledonian. A classic. Got to Heathrow airport in time for
my flight back to NY after being off in wild Wales for a couple of weeks.
Was told "Didn't you know BC stopped running any flights out of this airport?
You should have called British Airways to confirm that your reservation
was switched over to them." Uh, huh. It hadn't been, of course, and they
were all booked up. So that was a sit-on-the-floor-all-night incident
again (except I was the sitter this time).
- Laker. Same sort of deal... Remember poor old Freddie? The big carriers
ganged up and screwed him. But they haven't been able to shoot down Branston
(Virgin) yet.
- Lost Baggage. Has anyone who ever travelled by air a fair number of
times not had this happen? Went back to an airport (Heathrow)
a day later, and found my missing bag still going round and round on
one of those luggage treadmills! (These days they probably would have
tossed it into a tank of water as a suspected bomb.)
Gluttons for Punishment and Enlightenment:
All you want to know about New York and London
Rail Transport Systems (which are the ones I know best). Some Links, and also
a description of my latest attempt to "DO" the New York Subway System
MY ATTEMPT TO "DO" the TOTAL SUBWAY TREK
 
Anybody who has lived here for a number of years and has had to trek out to
some foreign neighborhood (by train because they know they will get drunk and
can't drive back from there, and also can't afford a cab) for a party or wedding,
etc. has experienced at least some of the 'obscure' subway lines. New York is a
VAST city, but most of it is reachable by public transport. However, the arrival of a visitor
from England (Tony), who had spent 14 months wandering up from Tierra del Fuego via
every South American country by rail and bus (obviously a train buff) and had done
every city's travel network, thoroughly, on the way, could not resist THIS one, i.e. try
to ride every line on the system -- anyway it was an excuse to take off a day from work and attempt to ride every route (not hit every station) on the NYC subway system along with him and another train buff who claims to know everything about the New York Rail System (well, actually he seems to, and could point out every Long Island Railway cutting we crossed over and say
when it was built), our women very more sensibly opting out and going shopping instead.
(Given your drothers, would you rather go shopping or ride the rails? Give me the rails!)
The Goal? Ride every route to its end point (no requirement to stop at every
station or ride or board every line passing the same way -- hence, using express trains is OK).
Liberal rules. Also, central Manhattan can be left out, except for connections, because we have
all been on those lines before. This is not a Guinness Book of Records undertaking.
The Plan?
Start at 8 in the morning, from Prospect Park on the F-line, and do all of the subway routes. (Simple,
we have subway maps; we don't plan, we wing it.) Point 1: This is way too late to start this sort of thing, although we did have sense enough to go in the opposite direction from the rush-hour traffic.
The Reality?
Point 2: As rush-hour users normally, we don't realize that when you get to the outer reaches you have to wait 20 minutes or more for a train rather than 5. There is more time spent just
waiting than actually travelling. This is when I take my cigarette breaks -- illegal, but there is
nobody around to catch me doing it.
After eight hours on trains, we had not passed into Manhattan and the Bronx, just Brooklyn and Queens, and we never even got to Bay Ridge or Astoria.
The Accomplishments?
Coney Island (piece of cake). Franklin Ave shuttle from Prospect Park to Bed Stuy -- the pits. The Rockaways (nice views, nice weather, because it was sunny and
upper forties in February instead of sleeting and raining -- but turned out a disaster for our timing,
taking up about two hours, and our English friend insisted we backtrack a couple of times to include the Lefferts Blvd, Rockaway Park, and Far Rockaway terminals
for completeness's sake, and the same gulls and geese were perched in the same places at each pass-by).
Branched off to Canarsie on the "L" line, were starving,
and got off -- we hadn't vowed to do the whole thing on one token -- to have a lousy lunch at a place that had all kinds of specials advertised: Fish & Chips, Macaroni & Cheese, etc. and they were all out of that: Cheezabugger, Pepsi, you know? and fried chicken. [Well, that's out of the way on my check list -- I have
been to Canarsie finally, and never have to go back there again unless somebody gets married there, and now I at least know where it is.]
Point 3: Don't depend on finding any 'decent' food when you get to an end of the line,
which would seem like a good time to take a break (but of course you will have to take breaks along the way unless you have a steel bladder -- the Transit Authority does not provide bathrooms any more, so forget about doing this thing of riding the whole system on one token.) Note: On the way back from
Canarsie, I spotted a falcon flying up the line with a rat in its beak. A flash, so
they didn't see it and don't believe I did.
Then the "J" line out to Jamaica, through some places that didn't look like they were part of New
York at all -- god, there are 8 million people in this city, and half of them spend their lives not
going into the 'city' at all: Outer Queens/Brooklyn is that sort of area that might as well be in
West Virginia as here, although West Virginians would consider it too 'citified'. NYC Subways are
an education in that way, especially the elevated open-air lines outside of Manhattan -- you see areas of this vast conurbation that don't really give damn-all about what is happening in that skyline place that you can see in the distance even from the Jamaica Bay causeways (good views, by the way, some nice photo ops of wharfside houses on wooden stilts with the World Trade Center in the distance, but I didn't bring a camera).
Point 4: Avoid the trains about 3 in the afternoon when the schools let out. You will find
yourself surrounded by very noisy kids -- intimidating and foul-mouthed boys and sexy nubile
blank-minded girls in short skirts (god, don't you love it when they sprawl their legs that way?).
Rather not dwell on that. It was, by the way, the only incident on this trek -- no panhandlers, only
one preacher mouthing incomprehensible nonsense interminably (on the Lefferts Blvd line), a couple of derelict nut cases, a screamer at Franklin Ave --
but the incident on the F was some guy rabitting on at us about the school-girls, saying at the top of his voice that all they cared about was rock stars and blow-jobs -- and this was an Indian gentleman no less -- you never know in New York.
After Jamaica, it is the "E" and "F" back to the City, the main commute to work for thousands of
people, and here it goes underground again. Boring. At this point, our English friend had an attack
of the shitsus and had to run off the train -- good luck finding a public loo out there, or anywhere
in New York, so rest of the team took a short cut home, not even attempting to do the Bronx and
Manhattan trains. Eight hours, and probably not more than a third of this vast system traversed.
We take the "G" train home, which is the only line (not a shuttle) that does not traverse
Manhattan at some point. Point 5: Notoriously one of the worst lines in the subway system,
going through the depths of Brooklyn/Queens through an interminable number of stops that
you've never heard of. The best and cleanest and fastest of any of the lines we have ridden today.
The English guy didn't show up at the bar later, so we assume he went on to close out
a few more terminal stations. We will know in a day or two, if he ever 'returns from the MTA'. (He was heading off to Philadelphia with the next
day to do the same sort of thing, but we don't know if he made it or not.)
[Turns out he got back about 9:30, and yes, he did do some more travelling.]
Having started this nonsensical project, I will continue it in the spring. The Bronx and IRT lines
and so on. Not trying to set a record in timing or number of individual stations the trains actually stopped at, but I think I am obliged to complete this project because I have lived here for nearly 30 years and have never done it (nor Statue of Liberty or Rainbow Room or Empire State Building -- although I went there daily once for six months of job training, in the basement, I never went to the top). Note: If you
want to try this yourself, it's not as boring as it sounds -- I brought a book, but didn't open it, just
read the New York Post from beginning to end and did the crosswords and word puzzles, also a bit of a marathon. There is plenty to see once you get on the elevated tracks sections, and
a sense of a vast community cohabiting your area that you have no inkling about. The city is
bloody HUGE, but we all live in neighborhoods, which is how we survive in such
a densely populated place.
Next schemes are to take care of that Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn (R,B,N) and also take care of that boring bit of mid-Brooklyn (J,M,L). And also the "7" Astoria line. The IRT lines (the ones that use numbers) will be a totally separate all-day project; that will handle the Bronx, and maybe we can even get our wives to come on that one, since we can toss in the Bronx Zoo and Botanical Gardens (leave 'em there while we head out to Dyre Ave., Pelham Bay, Woodlawn and Wakefield). Van Cortlandt Park on the IRTcan wait until we finish up the "A" line (which is also a good one for wives, because they can be dropped off at the Cloisters). Don't know about how the northern ends of the "D" and "C" will fit in, maybe just sidebars like Lefferts Blvd.
Simple. That should do it all. The Manhattan bits don't really have to be done, since we have
done them already, and this project is only to achieve completeness, not establish some marathon record.
[Three days later. Tony finally showed up at the bar, and yes indeed he really had
done the entire subway system -- including the Tooterville Trolley or whatever
it's called in Staten Island. The only bit he missed was the rush-hour only
connection at Broad Street on the "M" line. This will be taken care of before he
flies back to London on Sunday. We had had few incidents in Queens and
Brooklyn. He had quite a few hair-raising ones in the Bronx, including being the
only white person on the train, encountering a staunch from a homeless man
that emptied out the subway car, and witnessing a woman exit the train to pull
down her knickers and pee on the platform then get stuck in the closing doors while still trying to pull them up again.]
PS: Don't want to gloat, but Tony missed that last little bit of NYMTA -- circumstances
beyond control. Am I sorry he didn't do the whole thing? yes. Does this make me unhappy?
no.
 
Click here for a picture (80kb) from the City of York
railway museum. These trains had style (at least if you travelled first class).
And the steam engines were really works of art and power.
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