| SOAC--The State 
      of the Art Car 
      in Brooklyn 
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 The Traveler, showing something of his displacement to 
      suburbia, stepped into the second car, more sumptuously outfitted for 
      suburban-style service. if he was spoiled by the more genteel conditions 
      on the modern LIRR equipment (compared to the familiar rush hour crowding 
      of the subways) SOAC's design and colors carried it a step further. On the 
      seat-of-the-future was a souvenir brochure for the entering rider. As the 
      seat cushions were soft The Traveler and his companions snatched up the 
      mementos of the occasion. (On the modern New York subway cars the seats 
      are vandal- resistant hard, and a brochure or newspaper commonly serves as 
      a cushion; on SOAC vandal-resistance was provided by a transit 
      policeman.) SOAC floats! Ten years earlier The Traveler would leave 
      Brighton Beach on the Triplex (D-type cars), whose roar was amplified by 
      the heavy elevated structure. Now there was a train-powerful! Equipment 
      which could have only gone into regular passenger service in 1927, the 
      year Babe Ruth hit 60 homers. Now they were gone, and no less than six 
      different types of modern subway car have operated out of Brighton Beach 
      in the ensuing ten years, But SOAC, with strong, smooth, acceleration, 
      floats.
 There is a tendency to rock—probably more due to the 
      roadbed than the equipment, which is also the reason that the cars (like 
      the latest R-44 subway cars), capable of speeds up to 80 miles per hour, 
      do not exceed the system-wide limit of 50 m.p.h.
 By Kings Highway (two stops down the line) SOAC is 
      full. The Traveler supposes that even in the future there will be 
      standees--welcome to the future. But the present standees don't seem to 
      mind. They are too busy paying mind to a riding experience they are 
      evidently enjoying. As a man from Boeing Vertol intones a welcome and an 
      inspirational message the passengers are actually smiling (like the time 
      the conductor caught the Christmas spirit a few years earlier and used the 
      p.a. system at each stop to wish all a Merry Christmas-even the most 
      hardened, subway worn face broke into a smile every time he did 
      it).
 "Isn't it beautiful," 
      comments one. "This is nice, isn't it," a matronly lady inquires of her 
      companion, and The Traveler thinks of another "first ride" he took several 
      years ago, soon after PATCO had opened its modern, successful Lindenwold 
      Line. At that time, too, he observed a trainload of happy, interested 
      passengers-but those were people who had previously depended on auto or 
      bus for their daily commuting. Rapid transit for them had been vague 
      second-hand stories of tie-ups and frustration in New York. One happy 
      group on that trip—mother, father and two children—didn't feel right about 
      leaving until the family walked up to the motorman's console and the 
      delighted young mother leaned forward and said, "thank you for a wonderful 
      train ride." That comment from the young, supposedly "car-oriented" 
      generation, and the similar reaction from the SOAC riders make you realize 
      that rail rapid transit is the "new car" of the seventies and eighties. 
      That interest and attention once lavished on the new car as 
      it sat in the family driveway in a fading era now goes 
      to the transportation to serve our future. If only the 
      majority in the nation who have no choice could see what 
      rapid transit can be Iike.
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