Sebi, one of these days ask me to tell you about
SF Muni. Where every weekend you see stories in the
SF Chronicle featuring a photo of the butt-end of a Muni bus sticking out of a plowed-in corner storefront. :skull:
Or worse,
AC Transit. Where I have first-hand experience of a guy sitting next to me, blowing chunks all over the non-skid floor, turning to me, pointing at his pool of vomit on the floor, and saying, "Look at the curds!!" :sick:
By comparison, BART is like being carried to work by bikini-clad supermodels who take turns giving you a hand-job.