wingman
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I would suggest that walking around my MH on 'Rattle Patrol' is infinitely less dangerous than being on a bus around here. I often wonder if the free travel pass is worth risking hospitalisation, or whether I shouldn't be a miser, should get the car out and pay for the car park.
Can't fault the service. A bus every 10 mins, with bus stops more or less 1,000m apart. However, DON'T be the last to get on. If you are, BRACE BRACE BRACE! Soon as you have you swiped your card, you are in competition with engine thrust as the driver closes doors, indicates and boots down hard on the gas - all simultaneously!
Lewis Hamilton could learn a thing or two from these guys. They would beat him off pole every time! The only chance you've got of making the relative safety of a seat, is to clock what's happening at the next stop. If there's an 'old' standing there, or better still, a mum and buggy, at least you've got time to sit down.
I've got it wired now; I always head for the top deck. That way, you're surrounded at least by the metal of the staircase. Okay, so you rattle around like a pea in a drum, but at least you can't move very far until you get the chance to go atop and find a seat.
Reaching one's destination is a reversal of the process. Press the bell in good time, then await the discomfort of having your face pressed into a bar whilst the driver attempts re-entry!
How those poor 'Twirlies' do it, I don't know. ('Twirly' is bus driver's slang for the old dears who ask if they are 'Too early' to use their pass). I'm fit, but the 'olds' must come away with at least a few bruises each trip!
Before 'OMO' buses (One Man Operated) became the norm. The olds would be helped on by a nice clippie. No such luck now; plaid shopping trolley or not, these poor sods have to take their chances with the rest of us!
Sorry, I've gone off-message a bit. Now where's that bloody rattle!
Can't fault the service. A bus every 10 mins, with bus stops more or less 1,000m apart. However, DON'T be the last to get on. If you are, BRACE BRACE BRACE! Soon as you have you swiped your card, you are in competition with engine thrust as the driver closes doors, indicates and boots down hard on the gas - all simultaneously!
Lewis Hamilton could learn a thing or two from these guys. They would beat him off pole every time! The only chance you've got of making the relative safety of a seat, is to clock what's happening at the next stop. If there's an 'old' standing there, or better still, a mum and buggy, at least you've got time to sit down.
I've got it wired now; I always head for the top deck. That way, you're surrounded at least by the metal of the staircase. Okay, so you rattle around like a pea in a drum, but at least you can't move very far until you get the chance to go atop and find a seat.
Reaching one's destination is a reversal of the process. Press the bell in good time, then await the discomfort of having your face pressed into a bar whilst the driver attempts re-entry!
How those poor 'Twirlies' do it, I don't know. ('Twirly' is bus driver's slang for the old dears who ask if they are 'Too early' to use their pass). I'm fit, but the 'olds' must come away with at least a few bruises each trip!
Before 'OMO' buses (One Man Operated) became the norm. The olds would be helped on by a nice clippie. No such luck now; plaid shopping trolley or not, these poor sods have to take their chances with the rest of us!
Sorry, I've gone off-message a bit. Now where's that bloody rattle!