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Rimswell, Stockton - shortly after repaint into the new fleet livery... operating now defunct contracted service 589 from Port Clarence to Stockton via Billingham and Norton
A Compass Enviro lays over between journeys on the 74 to Horsham via Coolham.
Looking at the nature of the route (and its narrow roads), it is surprising this route maintains even a two-hourly frequency but we had a load in double figures throughout.
Remarkably, the driver put up the destination, moved up to the stand and picked up waiting passengers more than 5 minutes before departure time - the properly waited for the scheduled departure time.
Given the comments from locals, I guess this level of hospitality is not the norm, but on a chilly day with little in the way of waiting facilities, it was very welcome.
Used for both horizontal and vertical measuring. No math was involved to resect our postion on a map to find our locatation. Nice and sweet! I've done some amazing things with this and still use it.
I had been hoping for a shot of Compass Bus' Scania Omni saloon on this afternoon's 122 but had to make do with this anonymous Volvo B7RLE. BU14 EHY was new to Webberbus and is one of a pair of MCV eVoRas recently acquired from Simonds, Diss,
5th November, 2024.
Compass Royston of Stockton on Tees N33CRT outside Newcastle Central Station, on rail replacement duty, on January 17th 2009.
I was given two fruit cakes to decorate for an 80th birthday - this and the 'floral fruit cake'. Felt they turned out sufficiently different from each other!
Seen in London Road on route 37B
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Plaxton Beaver 2 bodied Mercedes-Benz Vario O810D, L47LNU, seen in Stockton High Street on 7th July 2010.
2016 Jeep Compass was suspended for years because it slightly wrong vehicle failed and then gradually was given another chance in life although by today standards behind the safety of the curve and tech.As current form the 2016 Jeep compass is more of a mini grand Cherokee strange econobox the...
It's not often that I have company who aren't afraid of ponying up good cash for awesome food. So when my cousin Arden told me he'd be in NYC for the last weekend of Restaurant Week, you can bet I jumped to make reservations for every single dinner while he was in town.
Compass, my selection for the second night, is located on the west side of 70th and Broadway. At first glance, it looks like it is under massive construction. NYC, I have come to find, is an old city that is always undergoing massive construction.
Walking in to the restaurant, I was greeted with a sense of casual elegance. The ambiance was perfect, with warm lighting and slow instrumental jazz playing.
The decor had the kind of "serious business" vibe that must make this place a magnet for business lunches and dinners, yet it was playful enough to be just casual enough that you could have an intimate dinner with a small group of friends without feeling like you needed to be suited up to the nines.
The restaurant also has a great bar area to the left of the entrance where we passed the Friday night drinks crowd on our way in.
My internal compass sucks. I like directions with the words Left and Right, not East and West. And once I know a path I'm good, but don't ask me to explain it to you.
For five years I lived in the same house and worked at the same job and picked up the kids from the same day care. I drove the same route every day. And I liked it that way. It's called auto pilot and for me it's a good thing because I have enough stuff on my mind. I don't want to have to think about where I'm going and how to get there.
So now I'm in a new house and the kids (two of them anyway) are at different schools. And the auto pilot apparently has not been programmed appropriately yet. Or maybe I have too much on my mind. Either way, in the last week I've - can I say it? - fucked up. All I need to do is take 94 to 35 to 92. It seems easy. It is easy! But one day I failed to make the first switch over and then less than a week later I made the first one and missed the second one. And the saddest part is that I don't even notice until many miles down the road when suddenly things aren't quite looking familiar anymore!
I figured it out and over the two days I drove over 26 miles out of my way.
I was on auto pilot, but apparently the new route hasn't been fully downloaded to the system yet.
This is Grampy Tip Stone's compass. As I work on naming the peaks of the eastern Rockies visible from Calgary, I am using Google maps tools that allow me to create cusotmized maps.