Blast from the past

Actually, I'm not sure I've ever been a bus that has reached any speed that could be described as "blasting". And on a double-decker, I think that would inadvisable.

This one was spotted in George Square last Monday.

I associate doubledeckers with a faint smell of warm, not to say burning, oil, steamed-up windows, a dread of having to make the perilous trip upstairs, and the constant lurching of stopping and starting.

Believe it or not, these are not all criticisms!