We got into Phoenix, AZ, on the morning of the 28th. Greyhound sucks. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Here are some pictures.

Finally, we arrive.

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+ Josh Birnbaum + Roxy Ryan + Brad Vest

At this point, I fell off on the photo documentation. Didn’t have as much zeal as the days before, unfortunately. The bus was gradually more tardy and I was getting a little bit sick from lack of good sleep. In Albuquerque, New Mexico, we all decided to got to a bar near the station. Everyone decided a few drinks would help us sleep. I, being under 21 years of age, did not and could not partake. Damn.

Here is Brad and Josh as we left the bar that I believe was called Tucanos. Josh was taking forever to drink his beer, so Brad and I waited while the others got back to the station.

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+ Josh Birnbaum + Roxy Ryan + Brad Vest

More to come…

The second day was on and off. Everyone was tired because of Greyhound time. We stopped two or three times during the night and was ordered off the bus. No more than 2 hours of sleep at a time. “Sucks a lot!” We gradually fell more behind as the incompetence of the Bus grew.

In Amarillo, Josh, Brad and I stopped at a Japanese food place a block away from the station. I had not been to Texas for a couple years, but I remembered everything as I walked in the door to this place. A man standing behind a sushi bar greeted us with a “Whats up Amigos?” in broken english. He had a 10 gallon hat on, and a western style shirt. Classic. Everything is not only bigger in Texas, it is much, much more cowboy. We met a guy from the Bay Area while we where waiting for the food. Talked about Bhutto’s assassination and surfing. What a Californian.

We got the food to go and went back to the bus stop, as we feared we would miss the Bus. Much to our chagrin, we did not even come close to missing it. The bus was being changed because the heater of the old one died. As if we couldn’t tell on the way. It was really, really hot during the night, then really, really cold during day. I hate you Greyhound.

So we were running even more late.

Brad didn’t want to waste his wasabi.

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+ Josh Birnbaum + Roxy Ryan + Brad Vest

 More to come…

Greyhound Time
Greyhound has a complete and final hold on your life, have a nice trip. Everything from who you talk to, what time you are in any one place, when you eat, where you sleep, and how you go to the bathroom is controlled by the Bus.

Example of a conversation @ St. Louis. Takes place between a customer and a Greyhound employee:

-”I am sorry, but what is the hold up. Aren’t we supposed to be departing?” the customer politely asks.
-”No. I just told everyone what was happenin‘.” the employee spits back.
-”Sorry, but I was at the end of the line at the back of the room, I didn’t quite hea…” the customer is interrupted.
-”The bus will be here in a couple hours!” the employee shouts and turns away.
-”Oh. Why then did all the others leave, and we are still here?” At this point the customer is confused about why a hundred people in front of the small group had just departed on the same bus he was supposed to be on.
-”Out of all these people, you are the only one giving me problems. What is that ()?” with an audible expletive underneath her breath.
-”I apologize again…” interrupted once again.
-”The bus will be her in a couple hours! A COUPLE HOURS, PEOPLE!” the employee screams so as everyone can hear this time, and proceeds to walk away, only to be found again 2-3 hours later when the bus arrives.

This is just a dramatization, but close enough to what happened to the group in St. Louis. Logistics is not what Greyhound does. They do what we now call Greyhound time. If there are three buses leaving from one location and must transfer at another location, only have two buses ready, and the third bus is just stuck at the transfer spot for an indiscriminate amount of time, and is abused the whole time. Sounds logical right? Great way to get returning customers.

Josh shoots the boredom at the St. Louis station. Alex and Jason laugh.

This is gonna cut into the Rose Bowl events.

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+ Josh Birnbaum + Roxy Ryan + Brad Vest

“IT’S TOO HOT!”, More to come…

Dropped off in St. Louis on time and well adjusted, I was looking forward to the rest of the ride with some sort of optimism, everything seemed to be going alright. We had time to eat at this point. We went in groups, one group would go get food, while the other stayed behind to guard our luggage (as we where dropped off at a station in the middle of the ghetto, see Top 10 on the DI Sport Blog). The Chinese restaurant next door sounded more appetizing than the KFC across the street, but looked much lest inviting. Asian food of varying degrees of quality would become or menu for the next few days by quite a coincidence.

Empress Chinese take-out in St. Louis.

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“IT’S TOO HOT!”, More to come…

Everyone was hopeful and bright eyed about the Rose Bowl. I was glad to finally be on the way. The night before departure was a second Christmas eve for me. With 49 hours and 1 minutes of a bus ride in front of me and a 5 hour car ride behind me, I needed to rest. We all met at the station a bit too early, due to anticipation of what was to come and had a wait that was going to grow exponentially from there…

Here is Brad a short while after departure from Chicago.

Brad’s a giant and a creep.

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More to come…