Posted: 12/7/2006 8:01:04 PM EDT
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Whose taken one cross country? I've taken it acoss a couple states when I was younger. My Dad wouldn't pay for a flight. So, we packed food and drinks and took greyhound  Tell your story. |
Many many years ago, when I was sick for the first day of Summer Camp, I got to take the Greyhound from Los Angeles to Fresno, to get picked up two days later. EVERY wide spot in the road is a very apt description of the itinerary. If I was a reasonable size to fit in the seats, and I could find a few people (help to ensure I wasn't next to a stinky farter with week old BO) to go along, I think a trip along I-40/Route 66 to Albuquerque for a lark might be fun and a good way to see the sights. Stop maybe in Flagstaff and up to the Grand Canyon, etc. Would I ever want to do it alone and because I had to take the trip? Hell NO, as a lark it might be fun. One step above catching a freight on the run. |
Yep... or there are some decent folk in it too, tourists and whatnot. I remember one time, I saw a group of what looks like European women waiting for the bus to arrive, If I was single, I'd offer 'em a ride and whatnot....
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Ft.Knox to Carson City,Nevada What a Zoo it seemed like forever on a GreyHound never seen that many personalities in my life and hope I never do again.Seen alot of country and smelled more BO than I care to share. PS.Chicago,Iowa and Salt Lake,,,,,No Disrespect you can have it 
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I rode one ALL the way - from Portland, OR to New York AND BACK. It was miserable. We had three cons pulled off the bus, one man smoke CRACK on the bus, a tweaker freak out (with the Crack-head), and one knife-the-driver threat. I won't do it again. Not ever. To make it worse, I was taking the bus to and from the World Trade Center where I was working on a rescue/relief team in the first few days after the event. I had to take Greyhound due to an obvious unavailability of air travel and totally over-booked train system. After working at Ground Zero until early October, I took the train to D.C. to visit a friend and see the Pentagon. Waiting for the train in NYC, the station was emptied TWICE for false terror-attack scares. On the way back to NYC from D.C., a woman across from me told us (the passengers around her) that the government was reading her mind. When the train staff tried to remove her, she said she had a bomb. At this point, after several tough weeks of working in the worst kind of hell, I was pretty emotional and exhausted. I stood up and told her to shut up and that I was "all full on crazy." She accused me of being one of "Them." In any case, I'm done with the bus. |
It's Truth them things are Rolling Zombie Huts, Holy Smokes! |
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A few years back - to my family's dismay - I used the Hound to shuttle a few times to the Mohave to help my daughter drive home for the holidays. They run 24 hours, so you can make better time than driving alone -- or close. I find that it's a toss-up between sleeping in my car's seat, or sleeping on the bus. Either way is about a 1.5 on a scale of ten. I've been horsed around by bigoted minority Greyhound employees, suffered hundreds of miles of barely-adequate air conditioning, and had the 'shaken baby syndrome' from out-of-round tires. California , apparently, uses the bus to shuttle derelicts, convicts, third-worlders and n'er-do wells around on the taxpayer's dime. I had a delusional man transferred off my bus at a turnout somewhere when I decided it might be him or me, and informed the driver. After that I started riding via Salt Lake and Vegas; Much better clientele. The worst ride was when it took nine hours just to get the first 200 miles from my house. A guy had an epileptic fit and I had to assure the bus driver to just drive him to the next city. That was after an hour stop to have a petty thief arrested in the back of the bus, and a long layover/transfer. I usually packed a pretty good assortment of hardware, and only got busted once -- For my folding Gerber filet knife. The 'Security' guy said I'd have to check it underneath, then ignored me as I just climbed onto the bus. I have ridden with as much as a takedown M97, my G17, and a .32, but I'm afraid I may have stretched GH regs on that trip.  |
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Never public...always chartered. But in college, we had a field trip and lets just say some of the students got nasty drunk and then tried to use the crapper all while we were on US 90 between Ulvade and Hondo Texas...needless to say, that isn't an arrow-straight highway. Or the driver was fucking with the drunks. There was a slight lateral acceleration of the bus every time the drunks had to use the commode and the resulting screams/hollers/groans/SPLASHES were quite an enjoyment for the sober riders. I took a look at the commode after we got back home...looked like the restrooms at a sporting event...I held my "fire" until I got off the bus. One word...NASTY. |