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**beriarele** · 07-11-2008, 04:20 PM

Originally posted by chegitz guevara
Would you believe I got pulled over and forced to wait while they searched my car for narcotics? I missed the bus.

I did not consent, but the dog "got a hit" (actually, the cop was mad because I did not consent, and kept running the dog around the car until he decided the dog had a hit). Then I had to wait for another police officer to show up, so I wouldn't sneak up behind the first one while he was distracted trying to find my stash, and then wait while he took everything apart. That left me with having to try and drive 150 miles in an hour. ****, it all happens to you, doesn't it...

This trip obviously wasn't mean to be...

Ah, Greyhound... Such great memories, such great stories...

A few years back we did a 3 month trip from the east to west coasts, and because of the onerous relocation fees for driving a hire car across the US, we bought a bunch of greyhound tickets for the more boring sections (Texas) and got a whole bunch in New York a week in advance for half price.

Our first section was from DC to Savannah, GA and once we arrived I never wanted to set foot in another Greyhound ever in my entire life!!!

But we were stuck because our half price tickets were non refundable, and it was with dread that we looked forward to our four more journeys...

Still, by the end of it in Tucson, I'd actually gotten quite fond of travelling by bus as it gave a whole different view of the poverty stricken underbelly of the richest country on the planet, either through the fellow passengers (and odd panic stricken tourist wondering wtf they'd gotten themselves into, like the Swedish couple we saw en route to New Orleans

), or just some of the third world districts abject deprivation the bus drives through on its journey...

Who would have missed several black gangsta style teenagers on the back seat complaining on the one hand with genuine feeling in their voices that they couldn't understand why ordinary people were scared of them, and then discussing all the different crimes they'd been banged up in jail for...? Or stopping all your luggage going to Mexico at a change over at 2am in Houston (did I mention Texans are dumb?)...? Or realising that about a quarter of your fellow passengers are packing weapons at a metal detector spot check in El Paso (Those bloody Texans again!!!) because about a month before we'd arrived a driver had been killed by having his throat cut by a passenger behind him...?

Yep, in the end once we picked up our hire car in AZ (cos they had a deal where you could drop it off for free in CA), I actually found myself missing our crazy greyhound adventures...

I'm feeling all nostalgic now...

07-11-2008, 04:20 PM	#11
beriarele Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 333 Senior Member	Originally posted by chegitz guevara Would you believe I got pulled over and forced to wait while they searched my car for narcotics? I missed the bus. I did not consent, but the dog "got a hit" (actually, the cop was mad because I did not consent, and kept running the dog around the car until he decided the dog had a hit). Then I had to wait for another police officer to show up, so I wouldn't sneak up behind the first one while he was distracted trying to find my stash, and then wait while he took everything apart. That left me with having to try and drive 150 miles in an hour. ****, it all happens to you, doesn't it... This trip obviously wasn't mean to be... Ah, Greyhound... Such great memories, such great stories... A few years back we did a 3 month trip from the east to west coasts, and because of the onerous relocation fees for driving a hire car across the US, we bought a bunch of greyhound tickets for the more boring sections (Texas) and got a whole bunch in New York a week in advance for half price. Our first section was from DC to Savannah, GA and once we arrived I never wanted to set foot in another Greyhound ever in my entire life!!! But we were stuck because our half price tickets were non refundable, and it was with dread that we looked forward to our four more journeys... Still, by the end of it in Tucson, I'd actually gotten quite fond of travelling by bus as it gave a whole different view of the poverty stricken underbelly of the richest country on the planet, either through the fellow passengers (and odd panic stricken tourist wondering wtf they'd gotten themselves into, like the Swedish couple we saw en route to New Orleans ), or just some of the third world districts abject deprivation the bus drives through on its journey... Who would have missed several black gangsta style teenagers on the back seat complaining on the one hand with genuine feeling in their voices that they couldn't understand why ordinary people were scared of them, and then discussing all the different crimes they'd been banged up in jail for...? Or stopping all your luggage going to Mexico at a change over at 2am in Houston (did I mention Texans are dumb?)...? Or realising that about a quarter of your fellow passengers are packing weapons at a metal detector spot check in El Paso (Those bloody Texans again!!!) because about a month before we'd arrived a driver had been killed by having his throat cut by a passenger behind him...? Yep, in the end once we picked up our hire car in AZ (cos they had a deal where you could drop it off for free in CA), I actually found myself missing our crazy greyhound adventures... I'm feeling all nostalgic now...
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