I see you

I do like a bus ride, especially upstairs at the front. Takes me right back to pretending to be the driver or to the joyful practise of peering down at the driver's head through the periscope thingy.

The driver of this particular bus didn't appear to have passed his driving test, not a normal one anyway. We lurched our way home and approached every bus stop with a hair-raising slam of the brakes.

Having just watched a (hilarious) Boris Bikes race it was probably appropriate. Some of those riders clung to their bike's basket to increase their aero-dynamism. My guess is that this bus driver was bent double, gripping the steering wheel of an imaginary racing car straight from his childhood dreams.

Vroooooooom...

Schreeeeech.