Showing posts with label Bus travel cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bus travel cars. Show all posts

Monday, 9 March 2009

Bus-ride to Lemmingsville

All these cars look the same in the next lane. It goes beyond the basic necessary confrmity to the laws of aerodynamics. there's real lack of imagination in play. Why do they have to be shiney metal. Why not fur-covered or sequined?

In that red one there's a couple. I think they're arguing: she's waving her hands around animatedly and he looks grim as he grips the wheel. It's a silent movie though, as there are two layers of glass between me and them.

The young blonde girl in this silver car must be listening to music – or else her rhythmic head-bobbing betokens some bizarre neurological disorder. I hope it's music.

He looks bored. His car is dull brown with matching mud-coloured interior. No wonder he's bored. That's a car which states that nothing interesting is going to happen - ever! Did someone actually deliberately set out to design a sleeping-pill on wheels?

Oh, hello, the red couple are alongside again. She's the grim one now with her arms folded tightly, hugging her anger to herself in case it gets away and she has to make up with him.

I've been told that people in cars forget that, although they are in a little box of their own, the box has glass walls. Must remember that in case I ever get the urge to do a little nose-mining.

From somewhere nearby, I can feel the thump-thump of someone's car stereo going full-blast. Oh, there he is, over there with his windows wound down to let the sound out. I guess if he didn't do that, it would turn his brains to mush. Oh, wait... Right

All these cars look the same.

Is this bus ever going to get there?