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“Okay, mister. Where are we heading today?”
“I’m going to the train station.”
“No problem! I’m heading there now to pick up some people. Let’s load up your luggage and get started.”
“Here is my luggage. But I’m holding on to my bear.”
“Oh, that bear needs a ticket if he’s going to ride. Got the money for his ticket?”
“No.”
“Well then, he goes up on the rack with the rest of the luggage.”
Humph.
On a rainy day, after a visit to Liu Yuan Classical Garden (Lingering Garden), I was walking though the parking lot and saw this pair of bare feet through the rainy windshield of a bus. I liked that you could see the face of the sleeping driver behind his feet, his small collection of personal items on the dash board and the reflections of the garden buildings of the garden. I converted the fairly monochrome original to black and white to bring added emphasis to his feet. Suzhou, China.
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The trainer is seen here talking to his two trainees with the training bus out of the picture. The training is being undertaken by our local Arriva Bus Company which operate a few routes locally.
Good luck to these guys and I hope they pass and will be working locally to keep our services going.
I have given myself a 10,000 mile challenge to travel by public transport (excluding air flights), there is no time limit to this challenge but I am currently on 109 miles after 8 days. It's my commitment to being more Green and caring about our planet. There will be times when I will need my car but this is an incentive to use it less. Mind you at £1.47 per litre for petrol that's already a good in incentive.
Merseypride Motor Services
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Leyland Atlantean
Park Royal
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50a Fernhill road, Bootle
I was on my way home today as I saw this wonderful sun going down. I went to the bus driver and asked him to stop, because I wanted to picture this wonderful sunset. And that is what he said to me: "Sunsets are so much overrated". But he was a nice guy and so he stopped.
Driver Clive Begley, photographed by one of his workmates in the staff canteen of Marlborough Street Depot (i.e. the bus station) in Bristol. He was in the act of filling out an Accident Report form. Smiling (because he is embarrassed) in the background is none other than Driver Bentos, with his customary copy of the Daily Pharisee, probably purchased from the kiosk on the bus station platform, whose lights are visible through the gloom outside the windows. The driver with his back to us is Derek Hancock, of Clevedon Outstation. I don't think I ever knew the name of the other man. The photograph was, of course, pinned up on the notice board from which, after a decent interval, I nicked it.
Clive was a dear soul ...mouthy and hot-tempered, but a pussycat underneath it all. His life revolved around card-playing and a 40-a-day Capstan Full Strength habit. It was he who taught me how to play Palooki, a highly permutated version of Rummy, played with two packs. There were always a couple of card schools going in the canteen, the composition of the players ever-changing as drivers arrived for their mealbreaks or left to go out on the road. Clive found it impossible to open his mouth without swearing and had the most highly developed command of bad language I've ever encountered. In Bristol there are distinct male and female speaking-voices, but occasionally one comes across a man who has somehow (a childhood spent mainly among the womenfolk?) acquired the female accent. Clive was one such. The loud, fag-hoarsened running commentary he kept up in this curious variant of local speech whilst playing cards, and switching from crowing triumphalism to blood-curdling invective accordingly as he was dealt good or bad hands, was a free entertainment appreciated by every onlooker. I still find myself using expressions I picked up from him. Among those that are printable in the Fray Bentos photostream, "Kiss my festering stump" is representative.
When I think of Clive I remember an incident that took place in the Traffic Office, which was directly below this canteen. This was a "staff only" area, but it was not unusual for members of the public to wander in to enquire about lost property ...which came here before it was forwarded to the Lost Property Office. The depot foreman occupied a small room off the main office. On this occasion Clive was with the foreman explaining some difficulty that had arisen during his last journey. As he emerged and walked into the main office he turned left. Had he looked to his right he would have seen that a member of the public had entered from outside ...in this case an eminently rectitudinous looking middle-aged woman who looked as though she came from somewhere like Westbury-on-Trym. She was wearing a tweed skirt, suede jacket, brogues and one of those Robin Hood hats, with a little feather in the band. Clive had the habit of addressing his remarks to the room at large, rather than to any individual, and of concluding them with a long cackling laugh. I watched with mounting dread as he strode across the room, oblivious to the respectable-looking woman, who was now almost walking in his footprints. "Well", he bawled out, apropos of the incident he had been describing to the foreman, "I done me best, and if me best wuddn't good enough they can suck my c*** ...mah ha ha ha ha!" I felt my bowels shrivel with embarrassment, but just then glanced up and found myself looking into the encrimsoned face of another driver who was obviously on the point of losing the struggle not to laugh. We just made it, clutching one another's sleeves, through the door and onto the pavement outside before guffawing out loud.
I hated this canteen from the time they got rid of the conventional tables and chairs and replaced them with these integral things ..."to make it easier for the cleaners". Thereafter I mostly spent my mealbreaks sitting in a parked bus somewhere out in the bus station. "Spare" duties ...often a whole week's work... during which you were required to sit in the canteen to cover for any driver who overslept or "went sick", were an agony of discomfort because the chairs were fixed and their position relative to the table could not be altered. You couldn't sprawl out, or put your feet up or get in any position in which it was possible to take a nap. This was taken during the Badgerline era ...therefore between October 1986 and June 1990, when I left the Company. I think the book I am holding may be Mr Facey Romford's Hounds, which I finished reading on Saturday 9th May 1987.
Seen Here Working A 27 To Ratby From Leicester St Margaret's Bus Station Is...
New To Arriva Midlands Optare Solo M950 Fleet Number 2532 YJ11OHY
Now This Bus Is A Lovely Bus To Drive. I Definitely Enjoyed It. Note This Vehicle Tracked As 2319 On 27s Due To Not Having A Ticket Machine Id Yet
All buses were in attendance for the Fife Heritage Railways 2025 Bus Bundle event.
SN54 KDU is a Ex First Midlands Wright Eclipse Scania Solar new in November 2004 and is now in preservation.
SL54 OSL ex Mackies of Alloa Wright Eclipse Urban now in preservation.
SN04NHC Ex Lothian buses 112 now in preservation at Fife Heritage Railway.
2011 ADL Enviro200 | FZQ846
An earlier build an some time since I first drove it as a Link bus, worn an tired to drive but still looks presentable :)
ich wünsche euch ein schönes wochenende.
a happy weekend to you.
on the way to the airport. the busdriver was so kind to stop here to make us happy - everyone wanted a photo of an elk warning road sign. :)
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Seen Here In Leicester Working The Late 29s Is Arriva Midlands Optare Solo M950 Fleet Number 2530 YJ09OUB
A Bus driver has a break before he gets back on the bus. This driver was really friendly. i got a chance to take some cool photos, and meet a nice man. Canon 70d and Canon 50mm f1/4 lens
Arctic Ocean tour bus and driver.
Prudhoe Bay, North Slope, Alaska, USA.
Prudhoe Bay is the unofficial northern terminus of the Pan-American Highway and the Dalton Highway. The Bay itself is still 10 miles further north than a security checkpoint at the Prudhoe Bay oilfield, so open water is not visible from the highway. Tours to see the Arctic Ocean and the Bay itself must be arranged in advance (photo ID is required) .
An airstrip, lodging, post office and general store are all in Deadhorse; the oil rigs and processing facilities are located on scattered gravel pads laid atop the tundra.
Prudhoe Bay is a cold and often dark and cloudy place. It was named in 1826 by British discoverer Sir John Franklin after his classmate Captain Algernon Percy, Baron Prudhoe.
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Fleet number 1058 was captured at the Tranent Windygoul terminus of the recently introduced X4 service from Edinburgh Haymarket. Gregor has driven the bus from the city centre but will only take it back to Wallyford. The Musselburgh based vehicle was new in 2018.