The time almost got past me, so at a few minutes before noon I hopped on my bike, launched myself into the threatening-snow-in-the-upper-elevations rain, and zipped over to the nearest TriMet stop. I got my bike loaded on the front rack, got inside and paid my fare with something like 45 seconds to spare. The driver pulled over to the side on Lombard and made a brief announcement, something along the lines of the first paragraph here. The bus was half full, a typically Beaverton mix of people, and we sat quietly for a spell; then the bus moved on.
I got off at the next stop and cycled home. True, it was sort of a baroque way of going about it all, but then Rosa Parks didn't just happen to be on that bus that day either.
In New York and Long Island, the MTA arranged a nice tribute, as well. What happened where you are?
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