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Originally Posted by Lisnaholic
One method of travel that sounds romantic on account of it turning up so often in songs and movies is by Greyhound bus, or for headin' south, a Trailways bus.
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It was 1986, I had a one-way ticket to LA from Chicago on a Trailways bus for $99. I gave my GF a smooch goodbye and off I went seeking life as a guitar player on the west coast. The trip took 3 days. 3 days into the depths of hell. Screaming babies, incessant coughing, and the smell of rotting flesh combined with almost dying in the wee hours of the morning just missing going over a cliff some where in the Rocky mountains made for one extremely UNromantic method of getting ones self to somewhere else far away. Never again. Who ever wrote those songs needs to be charged, fined, and jailed for fraud.