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The easiest way to validate feeds on your machine.
Integrate ultra-fast validation into your ETL pipelines.
pip install gtfs-guru
import gtfs_guru
report = gtfs_guru.validate("data.zip")
if not report.is_valid:
print(f"Found {report.error_count} errors")
report.save_html("report.html")cargo install gtfs-guru-cli
gtfs-guru -i ./feed.zip -o ./dist
# Output JSON for CI/CD
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