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I’ve never posted much light rail, trolleys, or street cars, mostly because I don’t pay much attention to that form of steel wheels on rails even though I live in an area that has had light rail transit for over 100 years.
This is the Pittsburgh Port Authority Transit car #1713, nicknamed the ‘Terrible Trolley’. Some recent conversations about the Pennsylvania Trolley Museum in Washington, PA restoring the car triggered me to dig out the pictures taken on a charter in 1986. Our Railroad Enthusiasts club in Cleveland had a few traction fans and they convinced the group to charter this car for a tour around the south side system on Saturday April 16, 1986. It was a lot of fun and glad I went. One of the current club members is involved with the restoration and was excited to see pictures of it in service.
This PCC car has had an interesting history since joining the large fleet of PCC cars in 1949. It toiled inconspicuously until it was chosen for a special paint scheme in 1980. A young girl had written the mayor suggesting that the city should have a Steeler-inspired black and yellow ‘Terrible Trolley’ to honor the championship teams of the 70’s. Steeler fans have a tradition of waving a yellow rally ‘Terrible Towel’ at critical times during their football games. The girl’s idea was accepted immediately and within a week, they were actively getting the trolley ready for it’s new paint. It ran in this paint for most of the 1980’s and was retired for good in 1998. It was bought by a private collector in Ohio and stored inside for 25 years. The museum was able to buy it and has the goal to restore it to service.
Our charter was on a Saturday on a route that didn’t have weekend service. We took full advantage of being able to stop the car anywhere to jump off for a picture. On this section where the transit climbs Mt Washington on Arlington Avenue we stopped taking the time to stop and deboard for a shot and just walked up the hill waving to signal the driver when it was time to stop for a photo. The pointed building in the background is PPG Place down in the triangle formed by the three rivers. It is the headquarters for PPG Industries (formerly Pittsburgh Plate Glass). It may be ironic for a group of Cleveland railfans to charter a rival Steeler themed trolley but some things are bigger than football.
This historical Trolley was restored and is running in El Reno, Oklahoma. Take a tour of El Reno aboard the only rail-based trolley in Oklahoma. Choose one of 48 seats on the Heritage Express Trolley, a fully restored 1924 Brill Motor Car with heated and air-conditioned comfort. Visitors will park and board at Heritage Park, on the grounds of the Canadian County Historical Museum, and travel through the downtown area. Visitors can exit and board again later after enjoying a great meal at one of the unique restaurants or browsing any of El Reno's specialty shops.
Red Arrow center door car 66 and Pittsburgh Railways low floor car 3756 on the new trolley street at Pennsylvania Trolley Museum
No one is getting in the way of this elderly lady and her trolley, in Dublin.
For more black and white photography from the streets of Dublin:
San Diego, MTS (Metropolitan Transportations System).
Spring 2025.
Olympus Stylus Zoom 140, Kodak Tri-X 400. Lab developed and sloppy-border printed by Blue Moon Camera, home scan.
Taken October 2014. The Fort Lincoln Trolley takes you into Fort Abraham Lincoln State Park. It's a nice little ride, but do not allow dogs to ride. So on their off season we hike the Railroad into the park. Hang out for a picnic, then hike back. 10 mile hike one way.
It was about to rain. We had to pick up our pace before we got drenched. We made it in time to the first covered picnic area.
San Diego has an award-winning transit system which includes multiple trolley lines. The red color of the cars makes them stand out nicely against the seaside landscapes. Many years ago, I took the Blue Line to San Ysidro and walked across the border to Mexico. When the customs agent asked me on my return why I went to Mexico, I was tempted to say, "Because it was there." But I told him instead, "to buy these Margarita glasses." I still enjoy them.
Dallas Tour Trolleys, the first (Super Tours Hop On-Hop Off) adjacent to Dealey Plaza; the second (Hop On-Hop Off Sightseeing Tours) passing John F Kennedy memorial park.
Dallas, Texas, USA.
This cable car is considered the flagship of the Powell Street fleet, proudly wearing the original paint design Powell cable cars wore when the line first opened in 1888. As I learned later via the web.
This is where the infamous (Yap, everyone hates it) toronto streetcar draws their life juice: Trolley lines.
I wanted to take photos of these lines for a while.. I'm going to have to do it again later at larger intersection to completely fill the whole photo with crisscrossing lines. I'd look like a lunatic at a major intersection in downtown Toronto, but I think it'd be worth the try.. Until then!
Taken at Immersiva, a SIM by Bryn Oh
Boots by Fallingwater Cellardoor of Shiny Things
Hair is "Defiance" from Digit Darkes
Top by Sweetest Goodbye
Skin Deviant Kitties
analog impressions @ nature
exp. 35mm B/W Slide-Film AGFA SCALA200
Zeiss Distagon T*2/28 @ Pentax MX, Y-Filter
Dev. by Studio 13 Stuttgart, Reflecta ProScan 10T
Industrial ruin in eastern Germany
Zenza Bronica EC-TL
Zenzanon 2.4/80
ORWO NP27, expired 02/2001
400 ISO, exposed @ 100 ISO
Rodinal 1+50
12 min @ 20°C
Some kind of wedding trolley, I don't know the real purpose, other than its visual attraction.
The mechanics of the wheels and associated ironwork is fantastic, and heavy duty.
I wouldn't carry much more than a wedding cake on the wooden part though.
Sherbourne, Warwickshire.
He thought himself born centuries
too late and to hear him arguing
with himself in the apartment above
late at night was to imagine a medieval
monk beating himself with words,
howls for self-inflicted wounds no one saw,
his few friends long gone, and so he rode
the bus for fear of driving into someone
head-on and the trolley if he missed the bus,
and when he sat by himself he glared at the floor
but never let his eyes drift up to someone’s face,
and thus he knew others by their shoes:
brogans, suede boots, runners, sandals
and once a little girl brushed against his knee
he flinched as if stung; he usually rode to the end
and then back into the dark city, the trolley
emptying at each stop until alone and cold
he reached up and tugged the overhead cord
until the screeching finally stopped.
-- M de O (for Franz)