By 1920, the network of interurbans in the US was so dense that a determined commuter could theoretically
hop interlinked streetcars from Waterville, Maine, to Sheboygan, Wisconsin—a journey of 1,000 miles—exclusively by electric trolley.
The video above shows a vintage 1932 trolley from Scranton, the "Electric City" of Pennsylvania.
The wires extended deep into forest and farmland,
making the electric railroads de facto intercity highways; after nightfall in the countryside, some farmers would signal the motorman to stop by burning a rag next to the track.
Streetcars and interurbans became the dominant mode of urban transportation in North America, carrying
eleven billion passengers a year by the end of the First World War. (A story I document in my book #Straphanger.)
What happened? In the 1920s, cars really starting clogged the streets and highways, and the streetcars and interurbans, from being quick and efficient, became the most sluggish things on the road.
And GM and other pillars of motordom bought up many street railways...
The rest is...history.
For the time being, the future is being written elsewhere. (As in #France, where 20+ cities have brought back tramways.) But never say never again...
To sum up:
"We are making great progress, but we are going in the wrong direction."
—Ogden Nash
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Hey, nobody says you can't make commuting fun, as well as easy!
In the #Netherlands, you can cycle to #Utrecht Overvecht station, drop your bike off, then ride the slide down to the platform. Multi-modal travel, Dutch-style.
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Here's another "transfer accelerator": a slide next to an escalator to the turnstiles of the #Budapest metro.
(My kids have been begging me to try this at our subway station for years.)
#Disney World has better transit than most US cities. Its 12-train-set monorail + 325 buses would make it the nation's 16th most ridden transit system.
People drive to a place where, for once, they don't have to drive everywhere.
Turns out that's exactly what Walt intended 🚝🧵
As a child, Disney lived in Marceline, Missouri. It became his idea of Anytown, America: park with a Civil War gazebo, bustling and walkable Main Street, the Santa Fe depot. Most of all: trains, lots of trains.
After Fantasia bombed at the box-office, Disney became depressed, and retreated to his backyard in the Holmby Hills part of Los Angeles, where he built "Mickey Mouse Park," whose centerpiece was an oversized model railroad.
This is a map of western part of the network of just one Canadian passenger railway in 1955.
You could really go a lot of places by train then.
And fast: 71 hours, 10 minutes from #Montreal to #Vancouver. (It's 94 hours, if you're lucky, from Toronto to Vancouver today.)
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There were two express trains across the country that year: The Canadian (CP) and the Super Continental, run by Canadian National Railways, the "People's Road."
Your freedom of movement was impressive, especially if you lived in eastern Canada. From Montreal, you could go to Chicago via Detroit; you could ride from Quebec City to Boston; Atlantic Canada was served by a very dense network of tracks.
Great-grandfather: allowed to walk 6 miles on his own Grandfather: could walk 1 mile
Mother: could walk a half mile
Son: could walk 300 yards (to end of street).
What happened? *Cars* happened.
A flood of traffic shrunk the geography of play and free-roaming.
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(Thanks to Shrinking geography of childhood in UK, thnx to @timrgill and @drwilliambird for the research and graphics.)
What's the solution? One way forward—play streets.
The UK once had 700 of them; closed to traffic, but open to kids.
@timrgill @drwilliambird A century ago, Play Streets were common in NYC, closed to cars by order of the police.
This #Paris métro station is a steampunk masterpiece.
Designed by Belgian comics artist François Schuiten, to call to mind one of Jules Verne's submarines or airships.
Where else can you find secrets of the métro?
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Look out for the original édicules, designed by Art Nouveau master Guimard
This one's at Abbesses métro station, deepest in the city, in Montmartre.
Pro tip: contrôleurs like to trap people at the bottom or the top of the spiral staircase, so make sure you've paid your fare!
Watch out for "stations fantômes," now closed, but which you can see flashing past on some lines. I got to visit St. Martin, which still has beautiful tile ads from the 1950s.