A 15 seat Ford Econoline bus is sitting at the stop. Robert and I get on.
Robert and I wait.
What are we waiting for? The bus. This isn't the bus? Just wait.
A full sized public city bus arrives. The driver scowls at ours, who casually pretends not to notice his rival. As soon as the city bus is underway our driver guns it. Laughing as we fly by, he shouts a battle cry out the window.
We pull into the next stop just ahead of the city bus. We take all the passengers. Our driver puts his head out the window to more clearly convey his politics to our trailing foe. We make dust.
These buses want everyone to know how much faster they are than the public line. They will never start a rout until the public bus starts it first. Then they showcase their speed. Robert grins at me "It's not over yet brother"
Flying downhill on a steep one lane street, we are cut off when the city bus pulls out of an alley ahead. He skipped a few stops to take a shortcut and is now the one casting opinions out his own window.
Our driver, has no problem driving on the sidewalk if it means retaking the lead. We steal another bench full of passengers. From my perspective this maneuver very nearly appears to reduce our prospective passenger count by one. No one is daunted by the close call. In passing, I count two people on the city bus. It is at least four times our size. We have fifteen people sitting. We have fifteen more standing.
Laughing like a madman, our driver hurls a final discourse out the window, whips around a corner, and we never see our defeated opponent again.
An hour later I am wandering through a market street. My brain is still defragging. "That was fast" I mumble to Robert. "The white bus is even more fast, but I don't go it. They are driving very more dangerous on the white bus."
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