Bus Driver Jim has been an eclectic computer programmer and photographer since the early seventies. A recent twenty year stint in the transportation industry has earned him the handle and this blog is a documentary of his life and travels.
Man what a crazy day around here. Thousands of Concert Heads in town for the Targhee Music Festival, and every thing else going on this weekend. Big buses are all over the place, moving people up and down the hill.
Folks are saying it looks like Woodstock up there. From the people I saw this morning at our local store parking lot, I believe it. They all have this perfected scruffy look.
I pulled up to the Community Center to drop my last rides of the day off, and hundreds of people rushed my bus thinking I was a concert shuttle.
Here’s a couple of shots taken from the bus. There’s a Classic Car show here, so there’s some cool cars around, and somebody got air-lifted out of here.
Tomorrow brings forth many new categories, adventures, and photos…
I learned what a Plow Bolt is today, the hard way. I found a flat tire on one of my inner rear duels this morning, during my vehicle pre-trip. I grabbed a spare out of the stack at our base, just in case the tire didn’t survive the drive to the dealer.
The tire guy came into the lobby shortly after, and handed me the culprit. As you can see in the photos, it was pretty nasty. Thus started my quest to find out what this thing was.
The first person I asked was an old valley guy named Garl. He said it looked like a plow bolt, but he wasn’t sure. The rest of the people I asked during the day, had no idea.
Finally I went to Ace Hardware, looking for the smart hardware guy, he would know! Greer was at lunch but a seasoned looking valley girl took one look at it and said, “That’s a really old smashed up plow bolt”.
She explained that plow bolts are used to attach plowshares, and then led me to the bin and gave me one as a present.
Steph whipped up a bunch of treats, in a Halloween motif, and put them in a cardboard box for me to give out to the kids. We’ve been doing this for a few years now, with Easter and Christmas as the primary events.
My Victor Community School kids were more then willing to dig into the box today.
They were just Hershey’s Kisses, but it’s the presentation that counts :-)
I have a customer living out in the Tetonia sticks, that I’ve been transporting for years. She’s part of a great family and they have the typical menagerie of animals on their nice spread of land. A horse, dogs, a cat I think, and a goose named Ducky.
The younger daughter Molly found an abandoned bird on the Teton River this spring, at the Packsaddle bridge. It was yellow and scruffy, and they brought it home of course. Mom called it Ducky because it, well, looked like a duck.
As it grew older it started becoming too homely to be a duck, and it turned out to be a goose (of unknown sex…) that is now a member of the family. Pretty cool :-)
I was parked in the Driggs Mormon Church parking lot yesterday (a regular hangout), at 1500, waiting to pick up Carol and the Gang, and then call it a day.
It was cold, snowing, and the kids were making their way home from school. I spotted this guy hanging out in the park across from the church, walking around a tree trying to stay warm. I was concerned so I took this picture from a window on my bus.
What looked like a backpack from a distance, turned out to have a wheel on it. Maybe there was a good reason for this guy to be there, but in case there wasn’t, I called the sheriffs department and gave them a heads-up.
I was leaving the base today, driving on 5th, heading to Little Ave. At the stop I looked right, then left, then right again (my ritual). On the second look right, I spotted this thing on the corner. I checked my rear, put the bus in park, and grabbed my camera.
I honestly have no idea what this contraption is. It seems to have sprung up overnight, or maybe I’ve missed it while looking right. If anyone knows, leave a comment!
Just got four new studded snow tires mounted on the duals of our backup bus. When that fresh foot of snow hits, we’re ready! It’s not 4-wheel drive, but it’s close…
In the meantime, stupid granola head frumpy Driggs housewives are out vandalizing my main ride. I was laying on my horn the entire time this one was backing out of a parking spot, straight into my bumper, at the elementary school.
I guess hearing loss is an attribute I can now add to Stupid Granola Head!
Update: Steph thinks I was pretty hard on GH’s in general. She’s right, there’s a whole bunch of them here that I’m very fond of… Sorry girls, just pissed off.
I’m getting concerned. This feeling of just going through the motions while driving here is growing stronger. This is my sixth winter operating a bus on icy, snow covered treacherous roads, and lately it just doesn’t faze me. I have this attitude that it is what it is and I find myself driving in the zone. My defensive driving functions are working well, it’s just that I have no passion for it.
I’m also experiencing a permeating sense of operational futility. It’s the same old stuff, different day, different month, different year. The company expects us to follow the route presented by our on-board computers, but most of the time it’s nonsense so we just do what needs to be done and move on to the next day. Requests to dispatch for corrections are arduous and ineffectual, so now we don’t even bother.
As a seasoned professional driver for many years now, and a former transit supervisor, I’m well aware of the dangers of complacency while driving. That’s not what I’m suffering from as I care very much for the safety of my passengers. It’s just called going through the motions…