I traveled pretty frequently on the bus as a college student, mostly for trips to and from NYC (from Ohio). About 15 years ago, I traveled from Atlanta to Cleveland via bus, just for old time's sake. It turned out to be a lot different than I remembered from my college years... to say the least. Not that I was harmed or even accosted (I'm a pretty big guy, 6'1" & 250 lbs.) but it was a different crowd than I remembered from my college days in the early '80's.
However, if I ever wanted to write a novel, I would go on an extended bus tour and talk to the other passengers. I'm sure it would yield a couple of great stories...
Submitted by geozinger on Fri, 10/24/2008 - 08:10.
Anybody remember the Canadian man who hacked away at his seatmate on a Greyhound bus, decapitated him, and proceeded to eat him, just 2 1/2 months ago?!
As a nineteen-year-old traveling from a military base in Texas to my home in the Los Angeles area, I enjoyed bus travel. Trailways, if I recall correctly. Seems to me it worked out to about a dollar an hour for the trip.
Every couple of hours along the Route, most of it 66, the driver would stop at a roadside facility and announce, "Ten minute bathroom break". A bus full of passengers couldn't actually do a bathroom break in ten minutes, but the time always seemed to stretch to accommodate everyone.
On this Saturday night, he stopped in Tucumcari, New Mexico ( I love that word. Tucumcari. Marvelous. ) and said, "Fifteen minutes for supper". Yeah, right.
At the end of the break, everyone back on board, I had a new seatmate, on the aisle. He was a Native American whose aura was composed of equal parts metabolizing alcohol, a wet blanket coat, and sheep. In two minutes he was asleep, and toppled over to lay his head on my shoulder. I righted him a few times, but for about half an hour his relaxed state was dominant, and I grudgingly accepted the burden.
At an unmarked spot on the highway the bus driver let off the throttle, the man woke up and staggered to the front of the bus, and by the time it was stationary, he was ready to step off into the vacant night. I guess it happened often enough they both knew their parts. I reckon I learned mine, too.
When I got to L.A. my girlfriend hugged me and wrinkled her nose: "You been sleeping with a drunk sheep?" Not exactly, but close.
However, if I ever wanted to sohbet write a novel, I chat would go on an extended bus tour and talk to the other passengers. I'm sure it would yield a couple sohbet of great stories
They really do. I would rather drive my own car somewhere than hop in a bus. Or if going on vacation, I'd rather fly for it only takes a few hours. Bus rides are rather long and boring; it takes a lot of your time waiting to get to your final destinations on vacations and on a daily basis. You would have to get up really early to hop onto a bus just to get to work on time. Been there...done that and never again. :) Mindy
Go Greyhound
I traveled pretty frequently on the bus as a college student, mostly for trips to and from NYC (from Ohio). About 15 years ago, I traveled from Atlanta to Cleveland via bus, just for old time's sake. It turned out to be a lot different than I remembered from my college years... to say the least. Not that I was harmed or even accosted (I'm a pretty big guy, 6'1" & 250 lbs.) but it was a different crowd than I remembered from my college days in the early '80's.
However, if I ever wanted to write a novel, I would go on an extended bus tour and talk to the other passengers. I'm sure it would yield a couple of great stories...
Canadian Bus Murder
Anybody remember the Canadian man who hacked away at his seatmate on a Greyhound bus, decapitated him, and proceeded to eat him, just 2 1/2 months ago?!
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25966835/
As a nineteen-year-old
As a nineteen-year-old traveling from a military base in Texas to my home in the Los Angeles area, I enjoyed bus travel. Trailways, if I recall correctly. Seems to me it worked out to about a dollar an hour for the trip.
Every couple of hours along the Route, most of it 66, the driver would stop at a roadside facility and announce, "Ten minute bathroom break". A bus full of passengers couldn't actually do a bathroom break in ten minutes, but the time always seemed to stretch to accommodate everyone.
On this Saturday night, he stopped in Tucumcari, New Mexico ( I love that word. Tucumcari. Marvelous. ) and said, "Fifteen minutes for supper". Yeah, right.
At the end of the break, everyone back on board, I had a new seatmate, on the aisle. He was a Native American whose aura was composed of equal parts metabolizing alcohol, a wet blanket coat, and sheep. In two minutes he was asleep, and toppled over to lay his head on my shoulder. I righted him a few times, but for about half an hour his relaxed state was dominant, and I grudgingly accepted the burden.
At an unmarked spot on the highway the bus driver let off the throttle, the man woke up and staggered to the front of the bus, and by the time it was stationary, he was ready to step off into the vacant night. I guess it happened often enough they both knew their parts. I reckon I learned mine, too.
When I got to L.A. my girlfriend hugged me and wrinkled her nose: "You been sleeping with a drunk sheep?" Not exactly, but close.
hey Greyhound
However, if I ever wanted to sohbet write a novel, I chat would go on an extended bus tour and talk to the other passengers. I'm sure it would yield a couple sohbet of great stories
Bus rides suck
They really do. I would rather drive my own car somewhere than hop in a bus. Or if going on vacation, I'd rather fly for it only takes a few hours. Bus rides are rather long and boring; it takes a lot of your time waiting to get to your final destinations on vacations and on a daily basis. You would have to get up really early to hop onto a bus just to get to work on time. Been there...done that and never again. :) Mindy
Far away....
One of the Greyhound buses made it to Europe and I spotted it in Southern Austria, promoting a sport good company:![]()
Far away (II)...
One of the Greyhound buses made it to Europe and I spotted it in Southern Austria, promoting a sport goods company:
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In Austria...