New craft today - #4132. New to my ride, not new to the fleet, however. It actually had quite a bit of that patina of wear, but ran like a champ. Surpasses 4136 as the bus of choice for now.
Well as lively as the ride was yesterday, today was silent. The driver asked me if asu offered any culinary classes and when I said I didn't think anything like that was available (???) that was about the extent of our conversation. It was quite a full group today, but no talking - none, nada, zip. I think it was the quietest ride ever. Perhaps too much adrenaline yesterday and there was nothing left for today. Almost like we were playing "statue."
One small interesting note - at Tempe High School (which is a pullout, not just on-street, traffic-blocking loading), the driver announced that he was early, we needed to wait, and if anyone wanted to smoke a cigarette, there was time. He didn't have a ciggie, so assume he's a non-smoker, but no one got off and took advantage of his offer. I found that encouraging - there are definitely smokers on the bus (the bushy haired lady wasn't there today), but no one seemed interested in lighting up. With gasoline at $198 a gallon and gawd knows what cigarettes cost, people might be slowing down on the vices. Ha!
Very, very quiet today. Maybe, just maybe, everyone was sleeping with their eyes open, or maybe we really were playing statue and I just didn't get the memo.
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I woke up with some thoughts about bus riding--all positive from childhood. Getting on a bus usually meant, ok, now we get to sit, a huge relief--a relief from standing way too long at the stop in the cold or heat, or walking way too long to get somewhere--you know, when it's no longer walking but instead has degenerated into exhaustive leg dragging--and then, "Here comes a bus! We're saved!!!!" Just a few steps up and we're on, sit down--ahhhhhhh. Most excellent!
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