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The fleet of Portugal's second-largest city's main public transport operator, STCP, has undergone a major long-needed refresh from 2019 ongoing, with hundreds of new locally-made Caetano City Gold buses, which use MAN's A22 and A69 chassis.
They can be seen on virtually any line of STCP's network, with the airport lines (601, 602, 604) having vehicles equipped with luggage racks, such as unit 3395 shown above.
Although STCP's fleet now seems modern and replenished, route frequencies remain terrible on weekends, with the vast majority (cca. 95%) having headways larger than 30 minutes throughout the day. Other affordable and more reliable means of transport on weekends include the fairly frequent "Metro", ridesharing services and perhaps the best of all, walking.
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• STCP 3395 (09-ZZ-65)
• Caetano-MAN A69 CB070G City Gold CNG (2020)
• 602 → Porto, Cordoaria
• Largo do Priorado, Porto (PT)
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Mellow day in the beginning. A break off work, a chance to join fellow parents and celebrate my son and his friends finish their school year.
After all was set and done, plan was to hop on the train to go visit my friends' photo lab to drop off film to develop. Lab's in Downtown.
Heard of the protest developing down there too - not unexpected, City Hall's there after all, courthouses, Federal Building.
Was packing my camera anyways already, figured could document as well.
By the time train got to Union Station, I learned that the southbound subway line (to Little Tokyo and into the Downtown proper) was stopped. No big deal - can walk.
Exited the station and started hoofing it down Alameda southbound. Got to the freeway overpass - some folks leaving north, towards Union Station; others hanging out on the overpass, looking on the freeway below. Heard sound of stun grenades coming from the south side of the freeway, at Aliso Street. Some smoke there. Heavy husk of federal Blackhawk helicopter whopping air with it's blades, circling above.
Camera out. People, signs. Cops blocking off Alameda south of Aliso. Walking along Federal Building. Tagged up KTLA5 News van. More people, more signs. Cops on freeway below, blocking southbound lanes, shooting occasional stun grenades up towards Aliso from down there. Arresting folks who came out on the freeway earlier.
Turn down to Los Angeles, walking south, along same Federal Building (familiar spot. Place brings back memories). Building's all tagged up, police skirmish line blocks Los Angeles at Temple. Few folks protesting on Los Angeles at the time are mostly mellow. One guy walking, yelling at cops, but he's an exception. There is more action happening toward the bridge over Temple, by City Hall. Fireworks go off, then stun grenades. Cavalry rides there with sticks - mounted police. A cop comes up to the middle of the intersection dropping off a box of those 40mm foam baton "non-lethal" rounds.
In skirmish line some cops look uncomfortable, overwhelmed - drafted desk jockeys perhaps? Got maybe some basic riot control training a while back. Twitching now. Not ready.
Person sits down to the right of me - legs crossed, on the ground. Lifts their sign up. Suddenly, heard a flute behind me. Turn around - a protester walking toward me, beatboxing on the flute. Now, I had seen it all. Focus, take the shot.
Almost immediately hear a 40mm launcher go off, yelp. Turn around - person sitting next to me got hit by a "non-lethal" in the hand. Pinkie finger looks gnarly. Sign down on the sidewalk, blood dripping. Folks rushing in to help. Look towards the police line - fairly certain I see the shooter: new round loaded up, launcher towards myself and folks helping wounded person. Protesters yell and curse at him. I lock in focus and hit shutter.
Yeah, twitching. Not ready. His superior shows up with some backup in tow, and a guy with a whole bundle more of fresh foam batons. Pulls that cowboy back. Don't see him anymore.
Suddenly, cops' attention is focused by something way behind me. Turn around - clouds of dark smoke are rising from the old Pueblo side to the north of the freeway. Get my last shots of the Temple St skirmish line, move north.
Waymo robot taxis are burning. Four of them. Smoke is thick, suffocating and feels toxic. Somehow "heavier" than what I had smelled in Altadena with Eaton Canyon fire. Mask up. Trying to move in a way where wind won't blanket me with that filth. Electric cars burn so hot and fast, practically melting down completely. Feels much different as opposed to "usual" gas cars during Eaton Fire.
Spent rest of the time moving back and forth between different sides of the freeway. More signs, more people. North side of the freeway peaceful. Some families with kids. South side is a bit rougher. Tear gas and stun grenades are met with fireworks and those silly rideshare scooters. A sudden memory from the Soviet-era school curriculum flashes in my mind, about "a boulder being a weapon of proletariat" - made me wonder if those scooters are stand-ins for boulders in 21st century. But only briefly - boulders make an appearance too. Turns out that those decorative "cemented boulders" by the freeway ramps, a product of some hostile architecture genius, are an arsenal within themselves.
More photos. Stun grenade hits the tree branches above, goes off. I get showered with a bunch of leaves, small branches and lost hearing in my right ear for probably solid half an hour. Try to be more careful. Move around some more. Different sides of the freeway.
Cops decide to get more active on clearing up south side of the freeway. Cavalry moves out once again. I get kettled up between two skirmish lines, along with some reporters, an older homeless guy with his treasure throve of cardboard boxes, a confused older couple, some random working folks. They all were given confusing directions, trying to make their way out. Couple of hours of milling about, older couple asking me for information and directions, trying to make their way to a hotel - tourists. Young lady asked if I knew whether Alameda was open (she wanted to make her way to Arts District). Told her that Alameda most likely would be closed (it was).
Eventually, authorities lost interest in our ragtag group milling around their area figured it was a good time to get us out of there in a prompt fashion.
The state of Virginia is home to two of the most brutal prisons in the country -Red Onion & Wallens Ridge State Prisons. Located in the middle of coal mine country. Both created through the destruction of the environment and of course, the surrounding communities. Having spent over 14 years in captivity -- six of which were spent between these two institutions -- I can say that the daily living conditions inside these human warehouses are hell, to say the least. Men are tortured in these places every single day -- enduring 5 point restraints, having their bones broken, being bitten by dogs, being held in solitary confinement indefinitely, being denied adequate medical care, being forced to work for less than a dollar a day, being denied visits due to the distance between the prisons and the communities where 99.9% of the prisoners previously resided. This means that the majority of the men *never* receive a visit during their time there - which was also the case for me. The Rideshare Program, which SPARC has had going on for almost a year now, is helping to bridge that gap between prisoners and their families, friends and communities. Four trips have taken place so far. All were successes. However, not being a non-profit, thus not having access to the coffers of the of the very corporations which are responsible for much of the suffering, SPARC survives through the love and strength of the community. The resources which exist amongst the people. All of those who have ever lost a son or daughter (or both) to a system that runs off human blood and suffering. All of those who have ever been sentenced to 1, 5, 20 years or live without mama and daddy (or both). All of the folks who have ever endured the nightmare of existence within a concrete box - those who survived as well as those who perished within the beast. All of the soldiers who have fought to keep the issue in the forefront of societies mind - while seeking to gain a few concessions along the way. And, most of all, all the brothers and sisters who are still living behind enemy lines. It's these brave souls that endure the horror with a tenacity that folks living in minimum security (us out here) could never truly understand. It's these folks that I gather my greatest level of inspiration from.
Follow the first-ever feature comedy to be shot on the iPhone on Twitter @ridesharemovie, now in production.
Governor Kay Ivey remarks and participated in a ceremonial bill signing of HB 190 Thursday, March 1, 2018 in Montgomery, Ala. HB 190 creates statewide regulations for transportation network companies, also known as ridesharing companies. The legislation requires such companies to obtain permits to operate from the public Service Commission and create certain hiring policies, among other regulations. The legislation prohibits municipalities and certain authorities from imposing taxes or business licenses on transportation network companies or transportation network company drivers or vehicles. (Governor's Office, Hal Yeager)
LYFT Driver dropping off passenger at Union Station Rear Parking Garage on H Street, NE Washington DC on Thursday afternoon, 19 January 2017 by Elvert Barnes Photography
LYFT Washington DC at www.lyft.com/cities/washington-dc
Thursday, 19 January 2017 Pre-Inauguration Day Docu-Project: Washington DC Street Photography Series
Elvert Barnes 58th Presidential Inauguration 2017 Project
Base-model Kia Cerato.
The car is an accredited rideshare vehicle.
Year: 11/2019
Series: BD
Engine: 2.0L 4 Cylinder Aspirated
Transmission: 6 Speed Automatic
Fuel: Unleaded Petrol
Drive: Front Wheel Drive
Colour: Chalk White
Plate Number: YNY-32S (ACT)
Date Registered: 07/12/2019
Follow the first-ever feature comedy to be shot on the iPhone on Twitter @ridesharemovie, now in production.
The state of Virginia is home to two of the most brutal prisons in the country -Red Onion & Wallens Ridge State Prisons. Located in the middle of coal mine country. Both created through the destruction of the environment and of course, the surrounding communities. Having spent over 14 years in captivity -- six of which were spent between these two institutions -- I can say that the daily living conditions inside these human warehouses are hell, to say the least. Men are tortured in these places every single day -- enduring 5 point restraints, having their bones broken, being bitten by dogs, being held in solitary confinement indefinitely, being denied adequate medical care, being forced to work for less than a dollar a day, being denied visits due to the distance between the prisons and the communities where 99.9% of the prisoners previously resided. This means that the majority of the men *never* receive a visit during their time there - which was also the case for me. The Rideshare Program, which SPARC has had going on for almost a year now, is helping to bridge that gap between prisoners and their families, friends and communities. Four trips have taken place so far. All were successes. However, not being a non-profit, thus not having access to the coffers of the of the very corporations which are responsible for much of the suffering, SPARC survives through the love and strength of the community. The resources which exist amongst the people. All of those who have ever lost a son or daughter (or both) to a system that runs off human blood and suffering. All of those who have ever been sentenced to 1, 5, 20 years or live without mama and daddy (or both). All of the folks who have ever endured the nightmare of existence within a concrete box - those who survived as well as those who perished within the beast. All of the soldiers who have fought to keep the issue in the forefront of societies mind - while seeking to gain a few concessions along the way. And, most of all, all the brothers and sisters who are still living behind enemy lines. It's these brave souls that endure the horror with a tenacity that folks living in minimum security (us out here) could never truly understand. It's these folks that I gather my greatest level of inspiration from.
Thanks for inviting us to attend your NH rideshare event -Let's work together to help protect our environment!
NH Rideshare is a FREE commuter matching service provided by the NH Department of Transportation and dedicated to finding an alternative way for commuters to travel to and from work. Driving alone is not only expensive, but it also contributes to increased traffic congestion and air pollution. To help commuters cut costs and to reduce traffic congestion and air pollution, NH Rideshare uses Geographical Computer Matching to provide commuters with information and assistance about ridesharing and alternatives to the single occupancy vehicle including carpools, vanpools, buses, and trains. To save time, money, and the environment simply register with the NH Rideshare Program.
The road to becoming a public transport or on-demand driver in Australia has many layers. Having a full driving licence is not enough if you want to drive a bus, taxi, rideshare, hire car, motorcycle, courier delivery car etc. So, what else will you need?
You will need a driver accreditation to drive public transport in Australia. Accreditation is a state-wise scheme to ensure that the driver meets all the safety standards and is fit for the job.
Every state and territory has its requirements for accreditation; however, generally, a Medical History Check, Criminal History Check and Traffic History Check is required. In some states, the candidate may have to submit Working with Children Check or Insolvency check.
KONCHECK provides National Police Check for Driver Accreditation. Being an ACIC accredited provider, KONCHECK is 100% online, secure and affordable.
Do you know when can your driver accreditation application can be disqualified? Read this article to learn in details.
Metro’s Rideshare Operations has committed to purchasing 20 Nissan LEAF vehicles to pilot electric-vehicle technology in a commuter application called “Metropool.” The agency will coordinate the installation of charging stations at major employer sites and multi-modal transportation hubs such as park-and-rides and ferry terminals.
Interactive Bluetooth dashboard display I use while driving with Uber. Only a select few Uber Pro Diamond partners recieved one of these, so it is a limited edition.
Mellow day in the beginning. A break off work, a chance to join fellow parents and celebrate my son and his friends finish their school year.
After all was set and done, plan was to hop on the train to go visit my friends' photo lab to drop off film to develop. Lab's in Downtown.
Heard of the protest developing down there too - not unexpected, City Hall's there after all, courthouses, Federal Building.
Was packing my camera anyways already, figured could document as well.
By the time train got to Union Station, I learned that the southbound subway line (to Little Tokyo and into the Downtown proper) was stopped. No big deal - can walk.
Exited the station and started hoofing it down Alameda southbound. Got to the freeway overpass - some folks leaving north, towards Union Station; others hanging out on the overpass, looking on the freeway below. Heard sound of stun grenades coming from the south side of the freeway, at Aliso Street. Some smoke there. Heavy husk of federal Blackhawk helicopter whopping air with it's blades, circling above.
Camera out. People, signs. Cops blocking off Alameda south of Aliso. Walking along Federal Building. Tagged up KTLA5 News van. More people, more signs. Cops on freeway below, blocking southbound lanes, shooting occasional stun grenades up towards Aliso from down there. Arresting folks who came out on the freeway earlier.
Turn down to Los Angeles, walking south, along same Federal Building (familiar spot. Place brings back memories). Building's all tagged up, police skirmish line blocks Los Angeles at Temple. Few folks protesting on Los Angeles at the time are mostly mellow. One guy walking, yelling at cops, but he's an exception. There is more action happening toward the bridge over Temple, by City Hall. Fireworks go off, then stun grenades. Cavalry rides there with sticks - mounted police. A cop comes up to the middle of the intersection dropping off a box of those 40mm foam baton "non-lethal" rounds.
In skirmish line some cops look uncomfortable, overwhelmed - drafted desk jockeys perhaps? Got maybe some basic riot control training a while back. Twitching now. Not ready.
Person sits down to the right of me - legs crossed, on the ground. Lifts their sign up. Suddenly, heard a flute behind me. Turn around - a protester walking toward me, beatboxing on the flute. Now, I had seen it all. Focus, take the shot.
Almost immediately hear a 40mm launcher go off, yelp. Turn around - person sitting next to me got hit by a "non-lethal" in the hand. Pinkie finger looks gnarly. Sign down on the sidewalk, blood dripping. Folks rushing in to help. Look towards the police line - fairly certain I see the shooter: new round loaded up, launcher towards myself and folks helping wounded person. Protesters yell and curse at him. I lock in focus and hit shutter.
Yeah, twitching. Not ready. His superior shows up with some backup in tow, and a guy with a whole bundle more of fresh foam batons. Pulls that cowboy back. Don't see him anymore.
Suddenly, cops' attention is focused by something way behind me. Turn around - clouds of dark smoke are rising from the old Pueblo side to the north of the freeway. Get my last shots of the Temple St skirmish line, move north.
Waymo robot taxis are burning. Four of them. Smoke is thick, suffocating and feels toxic. Somehow "heavier" than what I had smelled in Altadena with Eaton Canyon fire. Mask up. Trying to move in a way where wind won't blanket me with that filth. Electric cars burn so hot and fast, practically melting down completely. Feels much different as opposed to "usual" gas cars during Eaton Fire.
Spent rest of the time moving back and forth between different sides of the freeway. More signs, more people. North side of the freeway peaceful. Some families with kids. South side is a bit rougher. Tear gas and stun grenades are met with fireworks and those silly rideshare scooters. A sudden memory from the Soviet-era school curriculum flashes in my mind, about "a boulder being a weapon of proletariat" - made me wonder if those scooters are stand-ins for boulders in 21st century. But only briefly - boulders make an appearance too. Turns out that those decorative "cemented boulders" by the freeway ramps, a product of some hostile architecture genius, are an arsenal within themselves.
More photos. Stun grenade hits the tree branches above, goes off. I get showered with a bunch of leaves, small branches and lost hearing in my right ear for probably solid half an hour. Try to be more careful. Move around some more. Different sides of the freeway.
Cops decide to get more active on clearing up south side of the freeway. Cavalry moves out once again. I get kettled up between two skirmish lines, along with some reporters, an older homeless guy with his treasure throve of cardboard boxes, a confused older couple, some random working folks. They all were given confusing directions, trying to make their way out. Couple of hours of milling about, older couple asking me for information and directions, trying to make their way to a hotel - tourists. Young lady asked if I knew whether Alameda was open (she wanted to make her way to Arts District). Told her that Alameda most likely would be closed (it was).
Eventually, authorities lost interest in our ragtag group milling around their area figured it was a good time to get us out of there in a prompt fashion.