I rode a Greyhound from Amarillo to Los Angeles. I got to the bus station too late to ride the express and had to take the "local". We stopped every few miles, picking up and dropping off indians, cowboys, college kids, you name it. I figured that I was really going to lose a lot of time. Just outside Needles, CA, the driver slowed. Sitting directly behind him, I asked if he had seen a cop. He replied, "No. That's the express just ahead of us and company policy says I can't pass him." LMAO.

I think if I had to do it again, I would probably take the local. Got to experience a lot more of the local color that way. Of course, it might also depend upon what part of the country I was passing through.

Wes