The Los Angeles Railway (also Yellow Cars, LARy, latterly Los Angeles Transit Lines) was a system of streetcars that operated in central Los Angeles, California and the immediate surrounding neighborhoods between 1901 and 1963. Except for two short funicular railways it operated on 3 ft 6 in (1,067 mm) (narrow gauge) tracks. The company carried many more passengers than the Pacific Electric Railway's 'Red Cars' which served a larger area of Los Angeles. The two companies shared some dual gauge 3 ft 6 in (1,067 mm) / 4 ft 8 1⁄2 in (1,435 mm) track along Hawthorne Boulevard, on Main Street and on 4th Street.
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