Orange County Transportation Authority

The Orange County Transportation Authority (OCTA) is the public sector transportation planning body and mass transit service provider for Orange County, California. Its ancestor agencies include not only the prior Orange County Transit District but also such diverse entities as the Pacific Electric Railway and the South Coast Transit Corporation. In 2005, OCTA was judged America's Best Public Transportation System by the American Public Transportation Association, for its record ridership gains in the bus and the Metrolink commuter trains that it operates or funds. OCTA also operates the 91 Express Lanes.

The Authority's administrative offices are located in the city of Orange and it maintains bus operations bases in the cities of Anaheim, Garden Grove, and Santa Ana. A paratransit base operated by Veolia Transportation for the authority's ACCESS service is located on Construction Circle in the city of Irvine, while a number of fixed routes are operated by MV Transportation, out of the Sand Canyon Yard, also in Irvine.

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