Driver do you stop at the station‪?‬

This book started off as a blog, fortunately it was popular - not one of those boring journals flooding the internet to limited interest audiences. I was 48, redundant, and had applied to be a bus driver. I decided to share my experiences both funny and sad, with you. I called it 'Driving a bus' because it was about driving a bus.
There were two routes I could take (pun not intended). One was the gritty, real life exposé and the other, a more causal, relaxed look behind the scenes of the transport industry. I chose the latter, mainly because I wanted to keep my job, but I’ve kept in the good bits. I will take you on a journey through the interview with a manager half my age, an embarrassing medical, and the joys of trying not to crash a 12 ton coach. Later we’ll meet the general public and all that entails. Enjoy five years worth of mayhem.
Special thanks go to you the general public, without who this book would be blank pages. Also, Colin Walton and Lloyd Bayley, for their invaluable help and support, and my wife Karen, because I might get my leg over if she likes it.
I have changed some names to protect the guilty and to get out of having to pay people money.