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And yet another adventure
Sep. 6th, 2008 07:22 pmFriday's big adventure happened early: about 6:34 am, in fact.
I had just gotten on the bus downtown when the driver calmly mentioned that he was having trouble with the transmission and would be shutting down the bus and restarting it. I have no idea why this is supposed to help the transmission, but I'll admit my ignorance is vast on the subject of diesel-powered buses. I sat down and patiently crocheted while waiting for the bus to get moving again. After a minute of the driver messing around with various bus things, he picks up his radio and calmly tells dispatch that they need to send out a replacement bus because the one he has won't start. Being clever, I immediately deduced that I was not going to make my downtown connection. This was slightly annoying but it wasn't like there was anything I could do about it and thus no real reason to get upset. In the end it only took them about 15 minutes to get us a replacement bus so I was able to catch the next bus south and got to work only a half-hour late.
When I told Tara what had happened, she wondered out loud how one went about towing a bus. My guess then was that they would hook it up to another bus, but on reflection I am wondering if that is really needed. Buses are built to roll, after all, and so as long as the wheels were operational a heavy-duty tow truck might be all one would need. I can't quite picture hoisting up the front wheels the way they do it with cars, though. Wouldn't they be prone to breaking in the middle? Maybe I'll ask a bus driver, the next time I get stuck with a chatty one.
I had just gotten on the bus downtown when the driver calmly mentioned that he was having trouble with the transmission and would be shutting down the bus and restarting it. I have no idea why this is supposed to help the transmission, but I'll admit my ignorance is vast on the subject of diesel-powered buses. I sat down and patiently crocheted while waiting for the bus to get moving again. After a minute of the driver messing around with various bus things, he picks up his radio and calmly tells dispatch that they need to send out a replacement bus because the one he has won't start. Being clever, I immediately deduced that I was not going to make my downtown connection. This was slightly annoying but it wasn't like there was anything I could do about it and thus no real reason to get upset. In the end it only took them about 15 minutes to get us a replacement bus so I was able to catch the next bus south and got to work only a half-hour late.
When I told Tara what had happened, she wondered out loud how one went about towing a bus. My guess then was that they would hook it up to another bus, but on reflection I am wondering if that is really needed. Buses are built to roll, after all, and so as long as the wheels were operational a heavy-duty tow truck might be all one would need. I can't quite picture hoisting up the front wheels the way they do it with cars, though. Wouldn't they be prone to breaking in the middle? Maybe I'll ask a bus driver, the next time I get stuck with a chatty one.
