From Salt Lake City: "Bike Ride Of The Century," from BUSNINJA

It all started on the 205 the other day when I was on my way home from work.  I was looking forward to a nice, calm evening ride on the 205, such as I have become accustomed to over the past two years of occasionally using the 205 to get home from work.  I didn't get it.

At about 16th South, a man wanted to get on the bus with his bike.  The two racks in front of the bus (it wasn't a '13) were already full, so the bus driver told him he had to wait for the next one.

(Read the whole story here.)

From Minneapolis: "Bus Stop: 24th and Nicollet; or Turns Out, I Look Pretty Suspicious," by Pearl Vork-Zambory

I’d gone to George’s directly after work, part of one of those “I need to see you” aspects of a true friendship; and now, the light about 30 minutes from failing, I am standing on the corner, ready to go home.

I take a good look around.

This is certainly a savory little area, I think.

(Read more here.)

From Seattle: "Bus talk," by Kristianne

Like several things in Seattle, including the weather, bus drivers are passive aggressive. After a recent downtown shooting, in which a bus driver was hurt, King County Metro reminded their employees that it was not their responsibility to police people. In other words, don’t fight with anyone who wants to fight about the bus fare. But, bus drivers are still seen as an authority figure to bus passengers. The interaction gets funny sometimes. (Read more here.)

From Havana, Cuba: "Rise in Havana Bus Fares in the Wind," by Rogelio Manuel Díaz Moreno

I have the impression that it won’t be long before there’s a new rise in the price of public transportation in Havana.

The formal price of a ticket on the urban buses is 40 cents (of a peso), in the so-called national currency.  Given the equivalent in US money – about 2 cents – this price may seem infinitesimally small, until you also look at the dollar value of what a Cuban worker receives as a salary: about 20 dollars monthly. (Read more here.)