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Hop on to Get around
Streamlining your ride - getting around San Francisco.
Hop on to Get around
Streamlining your ride - getting around San Francisco.
Pull-out without getting in trouble
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Do you have a car? "Yes, you do, and you're sitting in it! Today's car number is 5481. Get to where you want to go and without worries about parking. No gas stations or toll plazas--because this trolley uses free hydroelectric power. Have a bus driving experience without hassles.
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Get to A happy destiny
Why be a Driver?
Many ask this question, and we driver's know who you are. Someone who has never driven for a living before. In almost all respects, an office job is a superior job, unless you can't stand office politics.
No, the life of a driver is one more like that of interest in the people that cross your path.
The Art of Driving a Bus
Immerse yourself in the beauty of the world through my unique perspective.
Everyone's an artist in San Francisco even bus drivers!
Don’t miss out! Click here to explore my gallery, and let each image take you on a journey.
Step into a world of visual storytelling that captures the essence of life through the lens of my camera. I invite you to visit my Fine Art America websitephotography, ranging from stunning landscapes to intimate portraits and everything in between.
End of the Line
From Trolleybus of Happy Destiny
“Last Stop People.” Another day closes. I can pull in knowing I passed the test in avoiding collisions with other cars, trucks, pedestrians, skaters, and cyclists. Most important, I didn’t make contact with any rideshare drivers looking down at their phone and inattentive. The thousands of ride share cars coming in daily from out-of-county was not a development I wanted to see in my last years approaching the retirement ribbon. The wandering homeless and mentally ill drifters add spice to travel when a salt and pepper diet may not be desired. Especially when traveling home after a tiring day at work.
Thank God Golden Gate Park is next to the Hospital, and the dealer’s den on Haight street are also close by as a distraction to alcoholic ranting and raving from a rider in the back seat, lest he decide he needs to go downtown, and not detox after all.
The deal is: don’t let them stay on before we go around the block to our terminal. Our terminal should be a time of refuge of peace and quiet. This can only be attained by: popping the brake, and assisting our dear rider off the bus before we go around the block. They can then disappear into the night like rodents that scuttle away when the lights come on. I have friends wishing to study to be a drug and alcohol counselor, and I believe bus drivers could use some classes! Trying to tell an alcoholic what to do is not an option. Being suggestive and prayerful works. Maintaining dignity and respect is the only key that works in the lock.
