Hating the bus

Hating the bus

The commute vs. the long distance ride

Do you think you hate your bus? Really? I don’t know if this makes any sense, but I hate my bus so much that I actually kind of like it. Let me explain.

There are two kinds of bus rides. First there’s your long distance bus trip. In the states you will be stuck on Greyhound – slow and unreliable with bus stations in the worst part of town. I did most of my Greyhound trips in the 90s. At least then it was cheap. Nowadays in the Midwest we have Megabus, which I use whenever I come back to travel between Chicago and Detroit, visiting family and friends. So far I have nothing bad to say about Megabus. If that changes I will let you know.The second kind of bus travel is your daily, mind-numbingly boring commute. Fortunately I’ve spent most of my life avoiding this unpleasant necessity, always commuting by bicycle. But times have changed, now I live in Mexico, and the bike commute is a little on the dangerous side. So now I’m commuting on beat-up, noisy buses that never take a direct route. But I must say I like them far more than the sterile and safe (slow) buses in Vancouver that I was forced to take a few times. They showed up late and were completely packed with angry people.

So I have a gang of stories of my craziest bus trips. I’ve been on hundreds, maybe thousands of buses all over the world. They have broken down, gotten lost and been full of weird people. But as bad as they were, these trips weren’t something I had to deal with every day. In that respect I can tolerate my bus commute just a little more. How about you? Let’s hear your wildest bus story.