Cassian [main]
@cassolotl@eldritch.cafe  ·  activity timestamp last week

An idea I come back to over and over again is: a disabled train carriage.

It's like the first class carriage (and policed as such), but you can only use it if you have a disabled adult railcard or you're travelling with someone who does, or you're using a mobility aid.

All the seats are big and have lots of leg room and it's like 33% wheelchair spaces.

#disability #trains
Cassian [main]
@cassolotl@eldritch.cafe  ·  activity timestamp last week

An idea I come back to over and over again is: a disabled train carriage.

It's like the first class carriage (and policed as such), but you can only use it if you have a disabled adult railcard or you're travelling with someone who does, or you're using a mobility aid.

All the seats are big and have lots of leg room and it's like 33% wheelchair spaces.

#disability #trains
Feike 🇪🇺🇳🇱
@feike@toot.community replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 weeks ago
@urixturing @pluralistic @notjustbikes but those “ #hackers” were contracted by the #railwayserviceprovider, who owned the #trains, to alter the trains' #programming. They did not hack the trains, in the legal meaning of the word, 'cause they HAD PERMISSION OF THE OWNERS!
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Jeff Forcier
@bitprophet@social.coop  ·  activity timestamp 10 months ago

psst! hey!

STFU!! it's #TGV Tuesday!!! #trains

(Sound strongly recommended!)

Video clip from the late 1970s / early 1980s speed testing of the TGV high-speed French rail, overdubbed with some fat beats and having a burned-in text graphic overlay saying “STFU / IT’S TGV TUESDAY”
Video clip from the late 1970s / early 1980s speed testing of the TGV high-speed French rail, overdubbed with some fat beats and having a burned-in text graphic overlay saying “STFU / IT’S TGV TUESDAY”
Lorry
@lorry@infosec.exchange  ·  activity timestamp last month

I am starting to realise that all this time, trainspotting was just a code-hobby for Autistic people to form clandestine self-help / revolutionary groups, with flasks of tea, sammiches and sturdy raincoats.

#UK#Autism#Trains#Trainspotting#Tea#Thermos#MindTheGap#Sandwich#Therapy#Revolution

In the foreground at right you see a young man in a dark green hooded jacket, leaning slightly forward as he writes into a small notebook. A pair of binoculars hangs around his neck and a camera strap dangles from his wrist. He’s standing on a narrow yellow line marked “Mind the Gap” beside the platform edge. To his left sits a two‑car diesel train painted in off‑white with a crimson stripe, its front end showing the number “5849” and a headboard reading “via Kingston 24.” Steam or diesel exhaust drifts faintly from its roof‑mounted exhaust port. The train’s doors are open, but no other passengers are visible. Further back on the platform, a middle‑aged woman in a dark overcoat and sensible shoes is pouring tea (or coffee) from a bright blue thermos into a matching mug. Behind her, the station’s red‑painted lamp‑posts, signboards and a low brick waiting shelter stretch into the distance. Beyond the fence at right you can glimpse suburban terraces. Overcast sky and damp‑looking tarmac suggest typical British drizzle. Everything about their posture and gear—the earnest note‑taking, the camera, the flask—marks them out as dedicated trainspotters savouring a rare sighting.
In the foreground at right you see a young man in a dark green hooded jacket, leaning slightly forward as he writes into a small notebook. A pair of binoculars hangs around his neck and a camera strap dangles from his wrist. He’s standing on a narrow yellow line marked “Mind the Gap” beside the platform edge. To his left sits a two‑car diesel train painted in off‑white with a crimson stripe, its front end showing the number “5849” and a headboard reading “via Kingston 24.” Steam or diesel exhaust drifts faintly from its roof‑mounted exhaust port. The train’s doors are open, but no other passengers are visible. Further back on the platform, a middle‑aged woman in a dark overcoat and sensible shoes is pouring tea (or coffee) from a bright blue thermos into a matching mug. Behind her, the station’s red‑painted lamp‑posts, signboards and a low brick waiting shelter stretch into the distance. Beyond the fence at right you can glimpse suburban terraces. Overcast sky and damp‑looking tarmac suggest typical British drizzle. Everything about their posture and gear—the earnest note‑taking, the camera, the flask—marks them out as dedicated trainspotters savouring a rare sighting.
In the foreground at right you see a young man in a dark green hooded jacket, leaning slightly forward as he writes into a small notebook. A pair of binoculars hangs around his neck and a camera strap dangles from his wrist. He’s standing on a narrow yellow line marked “Mind the Gap” beside the platform edge. To his left sits a two‑car diesel train painted in off‑white with a crimson stripe, its front end showing the number “5849” and a headboard reading “via Kingston 24.” Steam or diesel exhaust drifts faintly from its roof‑mounted exhaust port. The train’s doors are open, but no other passengers are visible. Further back on the platform, a middle‑aged woman in a dark overcoat and sensible shoes is pouring tea (or coffee) from a bright blue thermos into a matching mug. Behind her, the station’s red‑painted lamp‑posts, signboards and a low brick waiting shelter stretch into the distance. Beyond the fence at right you can glimpse suburban terraces. Overcast sky and damp‑looking tarmac suggest typical British drizzle. Everything about their posture and gear—the earnest note‑taking, the camera, the flask—marks them out as dedicated trainspotters savouring a rare sighting.