52. Big Red Double-Deckers

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From my student hall to school, the most convenient and leisurely method of transportation is the double-deckers snaking through the streets of London narrow and grand.

After more than a month of being a daily bus-taker, I’ve come to understand one very important issue: the drivers are one of the worst things about this city.

Perhaps the worst, because at least I like the rain at times.

The buses are tall, big and sways.

They are daunting and monstrous.

With the hundreds of cyclists zigzag around in this city’s narrow roads, and hundreds more buses, no wonder it is one of the most dangerous city for bicyclists. Most days, I can reach out of the window and smack a cyclist on the head if I wanted to (which I don’t) because the buses drive so close to them it’s a wonder anyone except daredevils bike here.

It is not the fault of the cyclists. They have no space to be free. Worse still, bus drivers don’t seem to respect bike lanes, nor do they care if they crush one or two. They drive as if the road is free of any moving obstacles. This is perhaps due to their immense size and height. Or maybe drivers just taught to act like they are the kings of the road.

This includes their attitude toward passengers.

If you are not at the bus stop to flag one down, they ain’t stopping for you. This is true even if you completely humiliate yourself by running after the bus and they see you. They clearly see you and yet they zoom pass and leave you in the dust.

And even if you manage to get on one, they will willy-nilly change the terminus stop, so instead of arriving on time at school, you are 15 minutes late because you had to switch buses mid-route.

They don’t smile. They don’t drive in a stable manner, so you are tumbling and falling all over yourself when trying to get down the steps and out the doors.

I wonder if anyone has ever fallen or tripped down those narrow stairs…

Thank god for the abundance of royal red and yellow handlebars or we would all end up face-first on the ground.

Thank you dear bus drivers, for the rush of adrenalin and buckets of perspiration I get every morning when trying to catch, get on, and get off the bus.

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