Oh, the joys of the cable car commuter: To breezily rush out the door at the sound of the gripman's bell. To feel the California sun on your face and the cool Bay breeze through your hair as you coast downhill to some Union Square-adjacent office building. The knowing looks that tell your driver, "Hey, I'm a local. Only tourists pay for this thing." All that just before some dick's camera swings to catch you in the face and the cable car inevitably rear-ends a double-parked SUV. None of those joys are available to Powell-Mason riders today because that thing is out of service until further notice. So you'll have to take the shuttle bus instead. Just like the rest of us. Or at least the Powell-Hyde. [BCN/Appeal]