Bus Stories–Not the Passengers This Time

I consider this a bonus blog. I could have saved it for tomorrow, but now is as good a time as any.  It really isn’t a perfect moment, but the thoughts of it are churning around in my head and they need to put on paper, or on screen, to get them out of my head.

Yesterday, for the first time since THE CONSTRUCTION began, my bud ride to work was blissfully quick. I haven’t been that early in months.  They are building dedicated bus lanes along my route, which will make for a faster commute some time in the far future.  Until then, road widening, and changing light poles, and many other things have only served to slow everything down.

I don’t know whether it was a fluke or driver skill, but since I am not complaining, I don’t really want to analyze it too much. While a shortened commuting time means less reading time, it also means less time with commuters and the frustrations of slow moving traffic.

On another bus related note, on the way home last night, the bus seemed to be moving along quite rapidly, when suddenly it made a right then left swerve. It seemed to rattle the other passengers more than myself, but they didn’t grow up with a father who thought every day on the road was another Indy 500.

No harm done, but it made me wonder just how many dangerous situations professional drivers face each day. I might have to check YouTube to see if there is a channel for bus dashboard cameras.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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