When I was growing up as a young lesbian in the ’50s, I looked in vain for books about my people. I did find some paperbacks with lurid covers in the local bus station, but they ended with the gay character’s committing suicide, dying in a car crash, being sent to a mental hospital, or ‘turning’ heterosexual.
Getting on the bus and touring was my life. And when that was not around, I felt myself a bit lost at times, because that was all I had.
When I was a little girl, there was this unbelievably cool female bus driver who’d work near us. I remember thinking I’d like to be her when I grew up.
It was a nightmare. The band had to tour Greenland by bus.
You know what Oprah taught me? Unless you count as changing your life having a neighborhood dad say to you every morning at the school bus stop, ‘You sure don’t look as good as you did on ‘Oprah!’, being on ‘Oprah’ doesn’t change your life.
It’s hard either way, at home or on the bus, I think the hardest thing probably for me is going one second from being mom to right out on the stage and having to be that person too. It’s hard to switch gears.
Every day I have a tour bus that comes around my house and stops. You can hear them on their microphone. If you don’t embrace it, it’s going to destroy you.
I cannot live a life where I’m deprived. I’d much rather be five, 10 pounds heavier. With my luck, I’ll get myself to that perfect goal weight, and I’ll get hit by a bus. Then I’ll be like… looking at myself from some afterlife going, ‘You idiot. You could have had that agnolotti, dummy.’
I believe I am blessed with the ability to fall asleep just about anytime, anywhere. I can sleep on a flight, on a couch, and even on a bus.
If there was a street synonymous with San Francisco, it’s Market Street. It is the everyday backbone of the City, with hundreds of thousands of people traveling along it on foot, bike, bus, or streetcar. It’s where we gather to celebrate our victories and protest injustices.
I don’t colour my hair, and I look like the back end of a bus, so I get asked to play old people.
I basically grew up on the road with my dad, on a tour bus every summer since I was a kid.
The authorized biographers – the ones hand-picked to write the sanitized version of a subject’s life – sit up front with the swells while the unauthorized biographer who writes without access or approval gets elbowed to the back of the bus.
We were orbiting around the idea of intent and context. We would take the bus into work, and if you said, ‘Here’s a shirt you might like,’ and I open it on my mobile phone, I’m not going to pull out my credit card and wallet. We thought, ‘How does someone do this? An e-mail to yourself, or you try to remember?’
Dee Dee Ramone was the one who would go to Rockaway Beach, and he wrote that great song about it. He was the beach boy; he loved getting a tan and stuff, and he would ride the bus down Woodhaven Boulevard to Rockaway.
In the public sector, there are a million people in the health service. There ought to be a couple of dozen or more on the Labour side, who learned their trade in different parts of the health service, and the public sector, and local government. And bus drivers, and people on the Underground.
I’m not a big TV guy, but I love either ‘Auction Hunters’ or those repo shows on truTV. It’s really just glorified ‘Jerry Springer’ is all it is. Every now and then, it’s just mindless entertainment. We’ll be on the bus, and we’ll laugh at it. Those are my guilty pleasures.
Al Gore, the former vice-president of the United States, lives in a mansion that uses more electricity than the average family’s bungalow! David Suzuki rides on a bus that uses more fuel than a Smart car to get across Canada! Oh my God! And this is just the tip of the vanishing iceberg!
You see kids walking to the bus, and they’re watching product on their phones. I’m positive that my grandkids and their grandkids are going to put on a pair of glasses and watch something.
Now I’m the father of three children; I’m not able to go live on a bus and do semesters around the country like I did when I was young.
Even in downtown office areas, people would probably beg for a shuttle bus service to ferry them swiftly to the railway stations and bus stations, instead of forcing them to travel squashed up in shared-taxis.
It’s never my goal to throw any of my peers under the bus.
On a bus, your eyes, ears, and pores are open absorbing in the variety, the wonder, and the magic of the city. It’s a wonderful way to get to know the city.
My first interview at ‘SI,’ I sat in silence next to Guy LaFleur for five minutes on the New York Rangers team bus until he finally broke the ice. Those early interviews, every one of them was like a terrible first date.
If you live in London, where politicians and media commentators spend most of their time, you are spoilt for transport choices – trains, an extensive underground network and a regular bus service.
Vehicles are just something I have always felt connected to whether it is the bus or the plane.
If a lawyer, if a teacher, if a bus driver, if they’re on $40,000 and they get offered a lot more to go somewhere else, what do you think they’re going to do?
At Sunderland, our kit was five times too big, and we got the local bus to games; in America, I got bags of Nike kit, flew to away games, and played in front of thousands of fans. It opened my eyes to what women’s football could – and should – be.
I learned really late. I started leasing a tour bus, which I wish I had done a lot sooner.
I like to walk when I can. Otherwise, it’s the bus – while we still have them.
If the bus driver is black, I thank him… when I get off at my spot, whereas I would never think of doing this if the driver were white.
If you think scrawling your Twitter handle on a bus window with a Sharpie is a worthwhile way to gain followers, your social media strategy is headed in a pretty pathetic direction.
I listen to music on the bus or in the car on the way to a game.
Unfortunately, poetry is not born in noise, in crowds, or on a bus. There have to be four walls and the certainty that the telephone will not ring. That’s what writing is all about.
Teams need the opportunity to learn about each other’s capabilities and develop productive routines. So once we get the right people on the bus, let’s make sure they spend some time driving together.
I understand what it was to be out there on the road without a tour bus and without fans.
For us as entertainers traveling, the schedule gets really crazy – flying all the time, being on a bus tour, changing hotels every day. And it’s challenging.
I’d be more than happy to be thrown underneath the bus for my brother any day.
Whatever you do, it’s important you do it with passion. Whether you’re a CEO, a fighter or a bus boy.
In the struggle against sexual discrimination on Wall Street, Pamela K. Martens is a latter-day Rosa Parks – a woman who, metaphorically speaking, refused to sit in the back of the bus.
Being liked by the boys and girls on the bus doesn’t necessarily earn you the respect of the people back home. Standing up to them, giving as good as you get, all that helps.
I can’t do something that I would not throw myself under a bus for.
I always say that, for me, writing a book is like a wacky Greyhound bus trip – I know where I’m starting and where I’ll end up, but I have no idea what will happen along the way.
Being an actress wasn’t a plan at all, so what’s happened to me is very strange. Life isn’t very normal, even though I’m still very much a normal girl. I ride the subway, I ride the bus, and all of that.
The summer before I started college, my parents walked everywhere instead of taking the bus. Once a week, they would hand over $10 to the university housing office, a deposit so I could move into the dorms in the fall.
People are released from prison so unprepared. They give you $200. We call it gate money. And you have to pay for a bus ticket back to L.A. You get off the Greyhound bus, downtown Skid Row, and you’re supposed to make a life from that.
Ninety years after slavery, blacks were still segregated from whites. They still had separate drinking fountains, separate restrooms, separate neighborhoods, and separate schools. They still were expected to sit at the back of the bus.
Once you start cycling, the city opens up for you. No longer are you fighting it, hot and frustrated; no longer are you at the mercy of bus drivers, roadworks, decisions made by others and over which you have no control. Believe me, once you’ve tasted this freedom, you’re hooked.
I’ve been so lucky with the people I’ve worked with, but I’m such a fan girl. When I moved to London at 16, I saw a man from a Dulux advert on the bus, and I asked for his autograph. I was so excited; you can imagine what I’m like now – I really need to control myself.
Old money in Southeast Asia is much more discrete and low key. It’s about not wearing brand names. It’s about being invisible, almost. The billionaire can be taking the bus with you.
My feet are giving out on me. But I have a wheelchair that folds out on my tour bus. I’ve also got this little tricycle, so if I want to go someplace, I get those out.
At 18, I took a Greyhound bus to New York City, and then I was in city after city, so I was just dying to get to the country. Everywhere I’d go, I’d just shoot out to a national park somewhere and reconnect.
