Other D.C. cyclists may be decked out in head-to-toe spandex. “But I’m whizzing by them in a skirt and heels," Amber Wason brags. And she's not even breaking a sweat.
At the very front of the very first car of the very first Silver Line train on Saturday, I met some serious transit fans. And all of them were way shorter than me.
Of the hundreds of people squished onto Saturday’s first Silver Line train, only one had an assigned seat: operator Detrick Washington.
What’s usually loud, stinky and heavy? A bus. So when Dale Hill, the founder of Proterra, pointed to his company’s newest model (a 40-footer that can seat up to 77 passengers) he used an adjective I was not expecting: “sexy.”
While waiting at the Franconia-Springfield Metro last week, Jason Yaskoir realized he had some unwelcome company: wasps. And then he spotted their nest, hanging inside a nearby bus stop.
Few things are liable to get as much attention in the District blogosphere as the biker-vs.-driver debate, which inevitably features somebody being called a terrorist. Relive the whole mess.
A fare increase that goes into effect Sunday will up the price of a Metrobus ride from $1.60 to $1.75. Metrorail fares will rise too, by an average of about 10 cents a trip.
Before 1939, when Washingtonians wanted to cross a street, they only had one thing they could rely on: luck. Here's a quick history of pedestrian signals ever since.
When packing for your next trip this summer, don't forget your car-share membership card. It might come in handy if you want to get on the road — or escape zombies.
To quote the female stereotype depicted in those irritating Metro Forward ads: "Can't we just talk about shoes?"