The only advantage is that they are a lot faster and do not make nearly as many stops.
The guy sitting behind me dissapeared when the Utah state troopers randomly inspected the bus luggage. It was a small town in the middle of nowhere called Parowan, Utah. They discovered 30 lbs. of marijuana in a brand spanking new hooker green army duffle bag! (I should have gotten a picture with the drug sniffing dog, he was so cool.) This was a real unfortunate Gucci glasses and Louis Vitton visored lad who had dissapeared, as it was at least 100 miles in either direction to the closest town. There was not one bush to hide under in this rocky desert, and with state police on every road he was desert toast. The trooper said that the drug guys normally take off, or don't claim their luggage. Its a very easy way to transport as their car doesn't get confiscated, and if the cargo is spotted they walk, or run away.
"Freemont, Cleveland, Milesburg, New York, all a-board!" 2 screaming children, 1 napping infant, 1 bottle redhead, 2 befuddled senior citizens, 1 Jack n' Coke 2-straw sipping Hawaiian shirted Ralph Steadman caricature of XY chromosome, 1 lumberjack, 1 overly tanned skinny dude, and one sister with pink talons and perfume that could knock-out an elephant. Sominex? Yes please.
confused about the nipple ring situation. You'd have to tell him that you had to have metal plates installed or that it was one of the new bullet proof undergarments he may have read about.
Great story Netmichelle. Yeah, Parowan's an armpit, But
Brian Head ski resort is just up the mountain! Maybe the unfortunate dude had enough cash to hole up there for awhile.
Notron
I can understand I looked like the Unabomber sister with my surge protector strip with octopi electrical appendages dangling for my Powerbook G4 and three cell phones (how did that happen? Work/Family, clients, pre-paid screener phone or back-up for when one dies) but when the Greyhound bus supervisor told me if I plugged in my laptop the battery would explode because of all this powerful equipment, I winced at the site of Apple Writer II skeletons and something I swear looked like a dot matrix printer (E-bay! No, trash! No, computer museum, or is it an antique? Oh no...Kinda like seeing your fat old uncle's shlong peeking from his Bermuda shorts, I did not just see that! Omg.) So I scooted 180 to a nice outlet by the door, nope not anywhere in the station ma'am. First off, I am too young for ma'am, secondly I hate the word no. I head over to customer relations, Greyhound policy, piracy. WTF? OK, so I know I am no Jack Vance but honey I come from a long way away and I never had a problem plugging in a bunch of other states. Actually Chicago had plugs designated for my piracy bro. Gets better. A female minion saunters into the ladies room where I apparently looked hell bent on trying to launch the space shuttle by the sink and she squealed like a piggy getting her tail uncurled. If you don't comply I shall confiscate the phone! Oh my. She must have been a fiesty vixen in her day.
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BORING!...the view is kind of like watching paint dry...and Pennsylvania goes forever on two lanes.I don't think Paul and Art took that route when they went looking for America.
Btw,the man three rows in front of you in the gabardine suit is a spy and his bowtie is really a camera.
The good news is that from that direction,at least you won't have to deal with the NJ turnpike but you may get to smell(stink alley from all those chemical plants) some of it if the bus driver decides not to take the George Washington Bridge into NYC...PHEWEE.
Based on the gang that's with you,sounds like recirculating the bus's air flow is not an option. Hold your nose,count the cars and keep smiling!The big apple awaits.
Cheers!
The only advantage is that they are a lot faster and do not make nearly as many stops.