Bus Racing

Taking the bus to buy cold medicine is a dismal act. But the chofer (driver) made things super interesting.

First, he had a television and was watching a novella everyone seemed to enjoy (and comment on) as he was driving. Second, he and his money collector would trash talk other bus drivers and challenge them to races.

At one point the driver yelled, “!Voy a matarte!” (I am going to kill you!) And away we sped down a narrow street, side to side with another bus and crazy cross traffic.

We won that one, but the bus we raced around a rotunda (traffic circle) bested us just before turning right in front of us.

The lady in front of me turned around and asked, “Where are you from?” I said, “California.” She asked, “Bus drivers wouldn’t do this there? Would they?” I assured her that bus racing was beyond my imagination before this very afternoon.