AC Transit diary: Nice place to park a bus
Photo by AC Transit
From where I was sitting I watched the bus driver hover above her seat with her foot on the gas inspecting the bike rack. While a near standing bus driver was odd, I rationalized that it must get really uncomfortable to be sitting all the time.
The bus continued to accelerate and we merged to the furthest left lane, which was still totally normal for our route.
After a few minutes pass the driver begins shouting back at the bicyclist “Sir! Sir!” “If this is your bike please come up here!”
I looked at the bike guy who now was wearing headphones and motioned that the bus driver was yelling at him.
The rider pulled out an ear bud and made a “Who me?” shrug and and sheepishly walked next to the driver.
“You didn’t attach your bike correctly!” She yells frantically. “See, its not on right!” she shakes her finger at the bike rack.
As the bicyclist starts to mutter a response, the driver checks the side mirrors and brings the bus to a screeching halt on the freeway.
Everyone on the bus, people who are usually quite chatty, go silent.
I look around and notice that we are parked in the fast lane; our driver didn’t even bother to pull over onto the shoulder.
She unbuckles her seatbelt and stands confrontationally next to the bike rider.
“You need to learn to put your bike on right, I can’t go on the bridge like this!”
She reaches over and presses the button that opens the door to the bus.
Oncoming traffic is whizzing by. She points out the door demanding the bike guy exit the bus and retrieve his two-wheeled ride.
At this point everyone on the bus starts shouting, defending the bike guy. “Don’t do it!” “No way!” “Are you serious?”
The rider backs up and sits back down, his own personal protest.
The bus driver sneers as us and leans out the open door, checks for oncoming cars, and shimmies spy style around the nose of the bus.
Everyone starts really FREAKING OUT.
People are now crowding the front of the bus to witness what may be this bus driver’s impending death.
I watch her wiggle the bike on the rack and then heave the bike frame over her shoulder. She barrels back into the bus carrying the bike and shoves it in the sitting rider’s direction. He catches it.
“Guess the rack was broken” she mumbles, turning the ignition.