I luckily boarded the 61 bus on Wednesday at about 7.45am. I say luckily because it proved to be somewhat of a revelation and shattered a couple of long harboured misconceptions.
The driver was serene and peaceful and it reflected in the driving. At each bus stop, the bus gently rolled into a halt and gracefully drove off, without any of the literally gut wrenching and stomach turning jolts so commonly experienced that one starts to think they are necessary manoeuvres.
As usual it’s not the tools but the workman. And just to be clear, it was a female driver.