Discussion in 'transport' started by tim, Feb 2, 2018.
300towards East Ham. We have just driven round lots of hospital slip roads
Panic over we're back on the track
Act I and Act II.
What a lovely short (ahem) diversion
Was talking to one of the lunchtime supervisors at work the other day and she said her sister had got on a bus that was taking the wrong route completely, so she asked the driver about it. Apparently he'd been driving a certain route for a while, then moved route but got up that day and had absent-mindedly been driving the wrong one for FIVE HOURS without anyone mentioning it
Lacks detail. Too short. 3/10
A good friend (with no sense of direction) was a coach driver for years. His tales of getting lost when on diversion and appealing to his passengers for help were legion.
A year or two back I was on a 38 coming along shaftesbury Avenue heading for Victoria. I was sure the driver took a wrong turn and made sure he wasn't on diversion before I went down and helped him get back on the right route. Felt dreadful for him. Fortunately there could only have been a dozen people on the bus.
It didn't feel too short at the time. However, as we spent much of the time skimming from speed hump to speed hump I was unable to give a more detailed commentary.
Anyway, here goes. A message comes to the driver telling him that he is on diversion, and he requests but is not really given a detailed alternative route. I harumph audibly at this point. A woman who wants to to go to the hospital boards and a long conversation ensues in which it is clear to all but aforementioned woman that the driver had no Idea if we will go near the hospital or not. We set of down a side street and give somebody going to the top of the street a lift He is surprised to see a bus at all. He suggests turning right, buy admits he might be wrong. We turn right and continue for a few minutes. The driver asks me, I if I have any ideas. I brusquely tell him I don't. We turn down a slip road that leads us onto the hospital site, so clearly the woman should have stayed with us . We drive round mini roundabouts and reverse a couple of times. Finally we meet another bus and its driver directs us back to the correct route. The bus is boarded by mardy folk complaining about the wait they have had.
I am grateful that the 300 is a single decker as I'm not sure that the driver would have coped well with a low bridge. I find it odd that buses don't have a satnav or at least equip drivers with an A-Z.
You have a Blockbuster there.
The bus I used to get in Leeds would at least once a week forget to turn into the business park I worked on and go straight on at the roundabout, leading to a chorus of fucksakes from most of the people on board. One of those services where one bus a day in each direction went through there as a variation from the regular route, otherwise a 10-15 minute walk from the next stop. I don't miss First fuckwit buses.
Was on a bus with 50 kids in a choir all heading to a choral competition that was being held
140 km away.
The bus driver got us as far as the town and then he got lost.
By the time we arrived at the hall, we could hear our choir name being called out. We had to walk through the audience with all our bags and stuff...keyboard....drum kit....rattling away all the way up..climb on stage and set up.
Some of us (me) didn't even have a chance to take the coat off.
The choir sang really well and the drummer was feckin brilliant considering his snare drum had crashed to the ground as he got on stage.
We won the prize for "largest choir"*...
*May have been a consolation prize.....
Eta. The bus driver, who had been a very chatty man, didn't open his mouth all the way home....lol
Ah, life in the bus lane
The Runaway Bus - Frankie Howerd
Runaway Bus, The -- (Movie Clip) Hillary Of Everest!
Ahh... I'd love to see the rest of that.
That's me sorted for the afternoon...
Had a St Albans to Watford bus for rail replacement inadvertently got to Brent Cross via the M1 one afternoon - they were not used again shall we say.
Another one - Bridgend to Neath found the A465 and ended up in Aberdare - (Hirwaun to be precise)
Years ago my kids school bus had either overheated or run out of water. I was on nodding terms with the driver. Cue a proper 50 seater coach, full of kids, painted bright yellow driving down my very narrow residential street so I could help the driver top up with my garden hose. At morning rush hour...
On the 300 again and we've just changed drivers. The new driver has just asked us. if this is a Canning Town bus.
To which, I hope you replied, “no it’s the express service to Southend Pier”
One time on the bus going home from school, bus full of loud teenagers, the driver missed a turning to go down some residential streets on the normal route and carried on down the major A-road. He had to stop and did a 3-point turn to undo his error, (which in a bus was more like a 6-point turn), blocking traffic while doing it. Us kids were overjoyed at the guys error and gave him hell....poor bloke.
If you’re sitting upstairs, be ready to duck!
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