It brought back memories of playing the reboot of Need For Speed Most Wanted and driving an Aston Martin into the evening sunset!
This is going to be about buses. Yellow ones you got on to go to school, blue ones you got on to go to college. AC ones that took you to the airport and the ones that arrive out of nowhere and offer you a ride when you're getting soaked in the rain.
The conductor screams the stops out. The driver coaxes a shift out of the inevitably noisy gearbox and honks twenty five to the dozen because he can.
Buses are hardcore. Sometimes they remind you of ballads by Passenger or Elton John. Other times they can be as death metal as Cradle of Filth.
Buses are always varied and they simulate a lot of senses. You have to use your eyes well to keep a lookout on the road, you have to keep an ear open for the conductor calling out your stop. So much to do on a bus.
I miss the crowded buses though. One hand on your wallet pocket, one hand to maintain balance and two fingers holding the fare. Will we ever travel like that again?
A bus is a paradox. It isn't comfortable but sometimes it's both comfortable and uncomfortable.
Did Schrodinger come up with his cat on a bus?
The Bilge Master
Wow - love the way you brought Schrodinger and his cat into the scene. I am quite obsessed with them too. I loved and miss my bus rides.
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