Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Greyhound Bus



Today's picture shows a Greyhound Bus from 1938. I can remember riding the bus as a very small child. My parents would sometimes put me on the Greyhound to go visit my Aunt in San Angelo, which was 45 miles away. It was quiet an adventure to get to travel all by myself when I was that small. Now of course, the bus driver knew me, there were no stops between Eldorado and San Angelo, my Aunt was waiting for me at the Bus Station in Angelo, and the bus driver was watching out for me on the short trip up there . . . but at the time it felt like a real adventure.

13 comments:

  1. I haven't ridden a bus in years.

    There are a lot of commuter bus lots around here for the poor souls who work in Washington, DC. They drive to the parking lot, hop on the bus then either ride to the Metro station, or another bus stop or to work. The commute is at least one hour one way. I do not envy them.

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  2. That's a pretty fancy looking bus for 1938. Looks brand new. The front with the fancy grill work and stripes makes me think of the old Wurlitzer juke box.

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  3. I think this was known as the artdeco (May not be spelled right)style at that time.

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  4. 3years ago when vactioning in DC, we took the hotel shuttle to the commuter train in Baltimore to the subway in DC to the bus line to Mount Vernon. About 2 hours but no driving/parking hassles and hotel rooms were half price. Yeh for buses and trains and subways!

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  5. We moved to Dallas in the early 50's from a small country town. I worked about a mile from home. The city bus came by my house, I would sometimes ride it to work, but would walk home. One day it was raining when I got off work, so I decided to take the bus. I did not know much about how the routing system worked. I got on the bus and soon found we were going farther and farther away from my house. For fear that I had gotten on the wrong bus, I got off and began to walk back. That stupid bus kept passing by me as I walked. I did not know it had a circular route.

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  6. On our last trip to Scotland, we took the bus from our B&B into city center. Short, pleasant ride. When it came time to go back to the B&B, we waited patiently for our bus, got on, and went for miles and miles. Turns out, the buses ran straight line routes through the city from one side to the other. Trip into city took 15 minutes, trip back took 2 hours. Wonderful scenery, saw parts of Edinburgh I never expected to see. LOL!

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  7. I wonder if they had special plates for buses back then. I see this one is # 78. That is a pretty low number for a plate

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  8. Back in the late 70s and early 80s,I would frequently take advantage of those 69 dollar cross country bus trips just for the simple reason that I could! WOW! I never thought anybody would actually show up and visit? I did,much to their surprise. Mostly good vibes,except for the wifey! They are permanently prejudicial! Specialy the one my friend Don D. Dague brought over from Wurzburg Germany! Bus rides across the salt flats of UTAH under the glare of a full moon with the rocks of Provo standing out in the background! Memories! Thank you.

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  9. Like the trains back in the 30s and 40s the bus seemed to stop at every wide place in the road and getting a good meal was some times a problem. I wish I could go back just one time because I now realize how much of Americana this was. There were way more good times than bad and for the most part people were very polite. Like the old man said I very well better offer my seat to people who needed one or I would hear about it.

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  10. my greyhound bus ride was from NC to Kty to start basic training, very long and stressful ride.

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  11. What? You didn't stop in Christoval??? Just kidding...

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  12. I rode a Greyhound from Seattle to Langlois, Oregon back in the mid- sixties. It was along the Coast Highway because there was no Interstate, yet. It did indeed stop at every little wide spot in the road and once it picked up a lady in the middle of nowhere. Besides that, it was late at night and it was raining (I think that is what they call it).

    I arrived at Langlois (Pop 657) and began my next ride back into the mountains. But that is another story........

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