Many years ago, in fact it was 1983, I started my driving career with Western SMT bus company. The bus garage was about a mile from the house so the commute was good. John Boyce was a good friend of mine and he used to drive these double decker buses like a fuckin’ lunatic, especially in the winter when the roads were icy. I wanted to try this and so I got a job along side John. And I achieved this after about 6 months after I started. This gave me a few months to get the hang of throwing this beastie around. Being able to drift a double decker and giving it a bit of opposite lock was great fun. And the good thing about the winter months was that you could blame the weather whilst having a bit of fun. But my Volvo double decker could get its groove on and I could get it to drift in the wet also and when I drove through Kilbarchan up to the Wheatlands I could get the back end to twitch a little just near the Weavers Cottage. The whine of the supercharger as I had my foot planted firmly on the floor was great You could hear a Volvo decker coming long before you it came into view. I even managed to leave some rubber on the ground and the mechanics used to tell me that there were only two drivers in the depot that could wear out the sides of the tyres, the was me and John.
My Volvo could get up to 70mph and in the early 80’s the police did not bother us if we exceeded the speed limit, in fact they would get out our way as we flew through suburbia. On my midnight run from Anderson bus garage to Milliken Park, which is a distance of about 15 miles and remember I have to pick up and drop off passengers along the way. Well I did this run in under 20mins one night which was a garage record and I had about 10 passengers on board. I was flying. The Volvo handled a treat. It’s just like big car, the engine is up the front and so the steering was very positive,but it was a little tail happy.
One night I flew back from Glasgow and I was heading to Kilbarchan. I dropped off my last passenger at the terminus and then I flew back to the depot. It’s late at night and there’s no one on board so I’m giving it wellie and the supercharger is screaming and the bus is jumping and bucking as I fly back to the depot. I fly though the gates and into the yard and then full lock and hit the dead man and the bus does a wonderful pirouette, in fact 360 degrees. The bus rocks from side to side as it settles. Then all of a sudden I hear this almighty thud! I go upstairs to find this young girl looking rather pale and with fear in her eyes. It takes me all my time to not laugh at this poor girl. What must have been going through her head as she had this thrill of a lifetime in a bus. Some people would pay money for this kind of experience.
I did offer to run her home but she declined my offer 😆
So now you may ask, why are you telling me all this? Well after being on few Chinese buses this week I can see that you can still drive like an absolute lunatic here and so I thought it would be fun to drive these big beastie’s once more. I was home recently and there are so many rules and regulations and speed cameras and gps monitoring systems that it would be almost impossible to drive these buses anywhere near the speeds that we used to all these years ago. Now I’m not saying that we should always drive around like loonies, because not everyone can drive one of these like many of us did, but I think that life is just not as exciting as it once was. We have been given too many rules to protect those of us that can’t.But that is life in general. So many more rules have been made to protect us that we now sue the establishment when possible. We are no longer responsible for our own actions so that when something goes wrong we can blame someone else. So when tourists come to a country like China they are no longer prepared to think on their feet or adapt and many land in trouble.Mind you China is pretty safe, apart from the driving. The country you have to be careful in is Vietnam and expecially Saigon, be very aware of your surroundings there. But you might just feel alive again and I think it’s a risk worth taking. Go to Vietnam on your next holiday.
And so I will end my tale hear and remind you all to get outside your comfort zone once and a while and make sure that those dormant life skills are brought back to life before they die for good.
My trusty steed