Good morning, San Francisco. Thanks for the lovely bruise on my hip I obtained yesterday when that MUNI train lurched to a screeching halt with no warning.
Riding the subway downtown from Castro, approaching the Church St switch. I was standing at the mid-point of the car in the bendy part, not holding on to anything cause under ordinary circumstances I didn't need to. Then, with no warning, the train just stopped. It felt like we hit a wall. Suddenly the train was stopped, but I kept moving forward at my former velocity, a living demonstration of Newtonian physics in action. I managed to stop myself with some fancy footwork, but not before hitting my hip on a seat or nearly knocking over a man intersected by my momentum vector. We never found out what happened. Thanks, MUNI driver, for the total lack of announcement. We waited at the switch for a long time, during which a J Church train merged onto our track ahead of us. Then it was about a half hour slow crawl from there to Montgomery.
No more free-standing Josh on MUNI. Next time this happens I want a serious shoulder injury from hanging on to the stanchion and supporting my whole body's weight as it becomes airborne.