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This is what a pile of engineers looks like |
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You wanna change the oil on this? |
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Empty bays |
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Coming into the main area |
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Ever seen the top of a TRAX train before? |
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The control room |
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Commutergirl and I are on this poster. No, really, we are. |
WHAT WE SO BLITHELY CALL "THE BUS" IS, IN FACT, ITS OWN LITTLE MICROCOSM WITHIN OUR LARGER SOCIETY. IT HAS ITS OWN RULES, ITS OWN JOYS AND DISAPPOINTMENTS, ITS OWN INSIDE JOKES, AND ITS OWN RABID FANS. THERE ARE NICE PEOPLE, MEAN PEOPLE, WEIRD PEOPLE, CLUELESS PEOPLE, AND ONE DEVASTATINGLY ATTRACTIVE BUSNINJA. AND IT IS NEVER, EVER BORING. IF YOU DON'T THINK UTAH HAS A THRIVING BUS CULTURE, YOU'RE MISSING OUT . . .
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This is what a pile of engineers looks like |
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You wanna change the oil on this? |
![]() |
Empty bays |
![]() |
Coming into the main area |
![]() |
Ever seen the top of a TRAX train before? |
![]() |
The control room |
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Commutergirl and I are on this poster. No, really, we are. |
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