Goodbye, Car. Hello, bus.

When I was in college I took a class called Poverty and Justice.  One of my assignments was to ride the bus to the Food Stamps office and back.  I took the bus, never found the Food Stamps Office, and rode the bus back.  I remember the bus just seemed to stop for people to get off, but I didn’t know how they informed the driver.  I went several stops past my college before I just went up to him and asked him to stop.  Since then I have learned there are buttons all over the bus that you press when you want to get off.

We are going to be using those buttons a lot in the near future.  Our car died.  It was a sad ordeal.  It wasn’t sad because we loved the VW Passat Wagon.  We didn’t.  It was a terrible car.  It was sad because it is so dead that we will only get a 10^th of what we paid for it less than a year ago when we sell it for parts.

Nothing is final.  We could get a new car next week.  But we may be riding the bus for a while.  Although a lot of normal, hard working people ride the bus, so do some crazy people.  Last time I rode the bus (a few days ago) the lady next to us was talking to herself about stabbing people.  It was sad.  Not like our car dying.  This was actually sad.

So I introduce “Adventures of a Bus Rider.”  Assuming we keep riding the bus as our primary transportation, we will keep you updated on the fun that we have on it and the insights it leads to in our lives.  Enjoy.

Oh, and like many of our other features, expect us to forget that we committed to this.