Scanning Around with Gene: And Leave the Driving to Us!

Economic bad times may force some of us to take a second look at traveling by bus, a transportation alternative that once enjoyed a considerably better image than it does today.
Written by Gene Gable on October 24, 2008

The necessity of bus travel forced a lot of issues in America, and before the civil rights movement bus terminals and the busses themselves were segregated. Here you can see the signage indicating which terminal sections each race could use, and a 1943 image of two soldiers that gives a glimpse of the more positive changes to come in America.

Black bus riders were forced to sit in the back of Greyhound (and other) buses. If a white person needed a seat, the driver would often force a black rider to leave the bus and wait for a later bus. In the early 1960s, a group called the Freedom Riders challenged these practices (which were then illegal under the Civil Rights Act) and violence erupted in many bus terminals.

Here, a street-cleaner from Nashville is traveling to Ohio in search of a defense job. Below that, soldiers on their way to war say goodbye to their girlfriends in Indianapolis, and a woman hails the Greyhound bus in Macon, Georgia.

As bus lines expanded, the larger ones began promoting bus travel as a vacation alternative and offering specific travel packages. Here are two 1938 images from Greyhound ads run in National Geographic magazine.

And here, from the 1950s, are ads from various bus lines. During this period, many Europeans got a great view of America through travel packages that let you go anywhere in America for 99 days at $1 per day.

Of course, by the '60s, bus travel was starting to lose favor and bus lines began a long decline. Several tried new techniques, such as luxury buses and “scenic cruiser” configurations. But more and more, bus travel was the cheap alternative, and no matter how much lipstick the bus lines put on their buses, they were still, well, buses.

It's possible that harder times and higher gas prices will lead to a bus revival, though I suspect many of us would rather stay home than travel somewhere by bus. The express routes are mostly gone, so getting anywhere by bus takes a long time with many stops. Here, a direct bus to Detroit, and a wayward dog that wandered on the bus in Cincinnati, only to be escorted off.

Actually, the thought of sitting next to a dog is appealing to me, and I might re-visit my own prejudice toward bus travel if I could bring my pets. They're well-behaved, well-bathed, and they don’t talk to themselves.

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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...

2

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/

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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.

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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

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