Archive for February, 2007
No you can’t ride
I have been a mechanic at metro transit for 23 years. One very cold winter, 1991 halloween snow storm, we were towing a bus south on central ave and I was steering the bus. I had to leave the front doors open to run the air supply hose for the brakes. We were stopped at [...]
More than an unfamiliar face
I use to take the #9 bus to work. Each morning the bus had only about 25 passengers, all the same faces, getting off each morning at their stops, paper in hand, and clutching empty coffee cups. On one Friday morning, there was an unfamiliar face. I walked half way through the bus, and took [...]
Someday when you’re older
I was on the bus the other night when two thirteen years old got on and was sharing a transfer. The bus driver told them only one transfer per person. When they got seated one of them pulled out a cigarette and starting smoking. The bus driver pulled over and told them to get out. [...]
You’re sleeping with me
Usually the 53/21 is pretty tame but this is the story I like to tell all of my friends about why riding the bus can be so much fun! (warning: bad language)
Suburban bus raid
Police raided my suburbian bus one morning. I used to ride the 766 in from Noble Park and Ride in Brooklyn Park. Everyday I would notice the same upper-middle class bus riders. One morning there was a man in the back corner of the stretch bus that I had never seen before.
Someone let the ninja out
There was a clear black, it was a clear white moon… no this is not Warren G’s song…its was just another day of my work. And of cource I was at my bus stop, waiting for my lift off. And there it came, bus number 50, crowdy and filthy as always. It pick me up [...]
Da-do-ron-ron
I ride the bus in Rochester, and have for several years. The bus culture is very diverse: You have your Mayo Clinic doctors and staffers going between Park ‘n’ Ride and clinic buildings; you have lots of ethnicity because Rochester prides itself in its diversity.
Counting Exercises
While zipping by the stacked cars in traffic on the Express Bus, I’ll do three counting exercises, peering into the windows or at the front of the cars, to help pass the time.
A Cardboard Box
I was taking the 64 home from downtown St Paul a few years ago. It was a cool, but beautiful, spring day. The sun was shining, but it was still cool enough to require a jacket. I had transferred from the 94 at Cedar, and a few blocks later a gentleman boarded the bus, clearly [...]
Stop!
Some lady who is with her little girl all the time both have hair ratted-up like they just got outta bed. They were rideing the 6 line and the mother kept screaming at the kid. Yelling at the top of her lungs “stop!” to her child. The bus driver finally couldn’t take it no more [...]
