The Daily Report

And here it goes again, another FRIGID week in Boston. Today started, unsurprisingly, with an Orange Line train that was both cold and late, though it was more cold than it was late, which sort of made up for the temperature issues, though one would think that the MBTA, which operates in winter every year, would remember one of these years that when winter inevitably rolls around, it gets cold outside. Duh-uh. Anyway, in the afternoon, later than normal, though actually normal for Monday, I go through the very cold air to Copley. And wait as two Government Center trains pass through. Yay. Then, after another little bit, a Lechmere train comes in, and in practice with Huntington Line Standard Operating Procedures, it was beyond PACKED. So, I didn't get on it, preferring to take my chances with the next train in the tunnel, with an unreadable sign. Luckily, the transit gods were not paying attention, and therefore allowed the next train to be a NoSta train, and nearly empty at that. So having gotten on a train, it was time to once again travel through the oddities of the Central Subway. At Arlington, on the Outbound side, there was a SINGLE Type 7 in the green/rust scheme, looking old and crowded, and this was shortly before the onslaught of rush hour, and they were running SINGLES. Kinda not well thought out. LRV 3417 (rerailer) was in its normal place, though with all its lights on, and I could ascertain that it now carries 'No Passengers' rollsigns, unless of course the car had been secretly replaced with 3453, which incidentally was gone from Boylston, though the other equipment remained. At GC, a double-7 train was parked at the Brattle Loop, and, led by the very rusty 3671 it later went light through NoSta. Stupid MBTA Logic. Also at NoSta, a single Breda was observed in service as a Lechmere train, after 4 pm. Fun. Orange Line was fine to conclude a mediocre monday. Later this week I expect to present an article about some various MBTA terms, and maybe a commentary on passengers, so that's what's ahead. Plus a Breda.

And so it goes, another day riding forever 'neath the streets of boston.