A ride on a city bus can be an adventure. One needs to run after it to catch it at times, when the driver decides to skip a bus-stop. You may want to jump off a running bus when you have some work in between two bus-stops. It is easier when it slows down while turning. You often have to ride on the foot board because the bus is so crowded that there is no place in it. If verbal sparring can be considered a sport, there it is, played with the conductor on the matter of him not returning the balance amount on excuse of not having loose change, especially when you have given him a large denomination note (what Americans call a bill).
There can be extreme adventure sport while riding a city bus. One may be pressed for time, especially with long traffic jams. So one is forced to take a bus to a spot short of one's destination, and then take another from that spot onwards, rather than wait for a bus going directly to the destination. Check out the following illustrations to understand how this extreme adventure sport is played.
One is on bus number 1, going in the direction of the blue arrow.
Bus number 2 (going in the direction of red arrow) cuts in front of bus number 1 breaking a red signal. Bus number 1 has to stop. Bus number 3 is right behind bus number 2. One notes that he needs to be on bus number 3 to reach his destination.
Bus number 1 cuts in front of bus number 3, forcing it to stop. One hops down in that split second before bus number 1 starts, and runs along the pink path and boards bus number 3. He has to be so fast that he does not get under the wheels of any of those buses, and driver of none of the buses can get to shout at him or stop him in his path.
After I decided to use public transport as a social obligation and sold off my car, the commuting to and from work has become increasingly difficult. Finally one day I got so late going home from work that I succumbed to temptation and engaged in this extreme sport. The adrenaline surge started after boarding bus number 3. I probably used up all the adrenaline in my reserves. Though it was reassuring that I had a sound heart (considering the fact that I did not get angina or worse), I decided not to test my heart again in this manner, and leave this sport to younger people.
(Warning: do not try this- you may end up with a few fractures, a head injury, or worse.)
There can be extreme adventure sport while riding a city bus. One may be pressed for time, especially with long traffic jams. So one is forced to take a bus to a spot short of one's destination, and then take another from that spot onwards, rather than wait for a bus going directly to the destination. Check out the following illustrations to understand how this extreme adventure sport is played.
One is on bus number 1, going in the direction of the blue arrow.
Bus number 2 (going in the direction of red arrow) cuts in front of bus number 1 breaking a red signal. Bus number 1 has to stop. Bus number 3 is right behind bus number 2. One notes that he needs to be on bus number 3 to reach his destination.
Bus number 1 cuts in front of bus number 3, forcing it to stop. One hops down in that split second before bus number 1 starts, and runs along the pink path and boards bus number 3. He has to be so fast that he does not get under the wheels of any of those buses, and driver of none of the buses can get to shout at him or stop him in his path.
After I decided to use public transport as a social obligation and sold off my car, the commuting to and from work has become increasingly difficult. Finally one day I got so late going home from work that I succumbed to temptation and engaged in this extreme sport. The adrenaline surge started after boarding bus number 3. I probably used up all the adrenaline in my reserves. Though it was reassuring that I had a sound heart (considering the fact that I did not get angina or worse), I decided not to test my heart again in this manner, and leave this sport to younger people.
(Warning: do not try this- you may end up with a few fractures, a head injury, or worse.)
