Fung Wah

It's by the New Yorker, but, still, this deserves to be some sort of Official Song of the Commonwealth, no?

Meanwhile, Greyhound is still launching its Chinatown Fung Wah killer, called Yo, the New York Business Journal reports. And that, of course, leaves the door wide open for somebody to come up with a Brookline-based bus service called Oy (which, Jeremy Marin informs us, could launch with this slogan: "Gay aveck, vashtinkina bus!").

H/t Ron Newman and Stephanie.

Boston Metro reports the action comes a day after Massachusetts ordered most of the line's buses off the road.

The best Fung Wah crashes and fires.

Due to inspections that found "structural issues," NECN reports.

Boston Metro reports the state wants federal transportation officials to shut the entire company down until it fixes the problems.

Less fried chicken, more entertaining domestic drama.

Pedestrian killed when a dump truck plowed into a Fung Wah bus in New York's Chinatown this morning.

The Massachusetts Commission Against Discrimination has ordered Fung Wah to pay a blind couple $60,000 for refusing to let the pair and their guide dog travel to New York.

The commission also ordered the bus line to train its employees about Massachusetts anti-discrimination laws, in a ruling on a complaint brought by the state Attorney General's office on behalf of the couple.

Bus winds up on divider at Weston tolls.

No one injured in Allston crash.

Exclusive photos?

John Daley provides the answer.

Tommy Von: Fung Woah.

Sean McCarthy left the driving to Greyhound.

When one of the state troopers who had pulled over Spatch's Fung Wash bus from New York yelled at the driver, repeatedly, to stay in his lane and stop swerving, Spatch figured something was up:

... [A]fter the police let us go and we painfully crawled up to speed in the right-hand lane (ignoring the policeman's last instruction to "drive up to speed on the breakdown lane and then carefully merge into traffic") the driver turned off the heat and opened his driver's side window wide open. The rush of cold air was exhilirating all the way back where we were.

This is when Renee and I realized there was nothing wrong with the steering on the bus (or, apparently, nothing wrong with the steering that a little cold air on the steering column couldn't fix!) The driver was tired. And driving a bus tired. And nodding off while driving a bus tired. Sure enough, no less than 5 minutes later while crawling down the right lane, we hit the rumble strip. This was, then, when the experience turned from a light-hearted adventure with police officers to a very uneasy, unnerving and frankly scary forty-five minutes. ...

Jason reads about the latest cheapo-bus accident and declares no more Fung Wah for him.

Pink and Green Girl: I'm glad I've moved beyond my Fung Wah days!

Carpundit suggests Fung Wah riders pack a fire extinguisher from now on (here's why):

... What do you expect when you only pay $15 for a trip to New York? For that money, they can barely buy diesel, let alone maintain the bus. Note that the driver apparently doesn't speak English (or wasn't willing to) and did not communicate the need to evacuate the bus - passengers did. ...

Tim reports he was cut off twice by the same Fung Wah bus on I-93 north:

... The first time it pushed itself into the right lane near Morrissey Boulevard, and later near the Dorchester Yacht Club, it pushed its way back into the center right lane. ...