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I haven't really talked too much about my car or my transportation situation much in the last year, and from time to time I have thought about writing a post about it, and my experiences...but I never got around to doing it. So, here it is, a much overdue post.
( The bit about the car. )
( Taking the bus has been an experience for me. )
Tonight was scary. See, the the bus stop I take in the morning is on the side of a major highway, and I can stand on the sidewalk. The stop I get off at has a sidewalk with a nice little tree lined path even if it is not on a major highway. However, the stop to go home "on the other side of the road" is not nearly as nice or as comfortable. There is no sidewalk there, and the curb slopes down into a ravine. Really, there is not much standing room. A little further up the road there is an apartment complex entrance which is paved and flat, and goes a little way off the road. I think, after tonight's harrowing adventure, I am going to wait there from now on. So, back to tonight, at long last.
It is dusk, the twilight hour, whatever you want to call it. It is light enough for me to feel comfortable out there, but just barely. I see the bus coming down the road, and it is going so fast, it looks like it is going to pass me. But it doesn't. Well, it does, but not completely. Instead, it slows down very quickly and swerves a little and overshoots me, stopping partly on the grass. The. Same. Grass. I. Am. Standing. On. As it went by me, getting closer to the grass from the road, I swear it was no more than a few inches, maybe 6 at the most. I felt the wind of this mammoth vehicle pushing me backwards, and I frantically grasped for the pole with the bus logo and route info so I wouldn't fall back into the ravine. I ran up to the front of the bus, kind of frazzled, and the bus driver is this old guy, who has the nerve to ask ME to flail my arms or something next time so he can see me.
Anyhow, I am still a little freaked out by this incident. I guess I will have to wait at the area just a little further up, but I feel it is demeaning for me to wave my arms or something. That stop is just so not safe.
But after it all, shaken not stirred, here I am.
( The bit about the car. )
( Taking the bus has been an experience for me. )
Tonight was scary. See, the the bus stop I take in the morning is on the side of a major highway, and I can stand on the sidewalk. The stop I get off at has a sidewalk with a nice little tree lined path even if it is not on a major highway. However, the stop to go home "on the other side of the road" is not nearly as nice or as comfortable. There is no sidewalk there, and the curb slopes down into a ravine. Really, there is not much standing room. A little further up the road there is an apartment complex entrance which is paved and flat, and goes a little way off the road. I think, after tonight's harrowing adventure, I am going to wait there from now on. So, back to tonight, at long last.
It is dusk, the twilight hour, whatever you want to call it. It is light enough for me to feel comfortable out there, but just barely. I see the bus coming down the road, and it is going so fast, it looks like it is going to pass me. But it doesn't. Well, it does, but not completely. Instead, it slows down very quickly and swerves a little and overshoots me, stopping partly on the grass. The. Same. Grass. I. Am. Standing. On. As it went by me, getting closer to the grass from the road, I swear it was no more than a few inches, maybe 6 at the most. I felt the wind of this mammoth vehicle pushing me backwards, and I frantically grasped for the pole with the bus logo and route info so I wouldn't fall back into the ravine. I ran up to the front of the bus, kind of frazzled, and the bus driver is this old guy, who has the nerve to ask ME to flail my arms or something next time so he can see me.
Anyhow, I am still a little freaked out by this incident. I guess I will have to wait at the area just a little further up, but I feel it is demeaning for me to wave my arms or something. That stop is just so not safe.
But after it all, shaken not stirred, here I am.