Memories like the first time i was ever on a bus. I was twelve years old (i know, i was a late bloomer for transit) and a couple friends and i were going to the mall. None of are parents could give us a ride so we decided to take the bus. We had no idea what bus we were suppose to take, i figured every bus was going to take me where i wanted to go. So we went to the bus stop and waited for the first bus to come by. Obviously it took us the opposite way we wanted to go, so as soon as we realized we weren't where we wanted to be, we got off. Instead of calling someone and getting help, we decided to take another bus home. Too make a long story short somehow after hours of driving around we finally got home. Now that i think about it, we never made it to the mall that day.
Another memory it brought up was not one of my favourite memories. Looking at the back door gate i remembered the first time i had a door malfunction. I think i was around thirteen and i was heading downtown to visit my dad. This time i knew what bus i was suppose to take, and i even knew where to get off when i got downtown. When i finally reached where i was suppose to get off i pulled the string and walked to the back door. When the bus came to a stop i opened the gate, but the door didn't open. I was terrified, what was i suppose to do now? The bus started moving forward, so i pulled the string again. When we got to the next stop, guess what? The door didn't open again. Eventually i went to the front and got off there. Then walked around big bad downtown for a while. For a long time after that i was terrified of the back door, but I'm happy to say that I'm over that fear now!
So hopefully you get to ride a vintage bus some time soon, and hopefully it brings back some good memories.
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