That Fresh Bus Smell

July 19, 2007

I’ve been seeing and riding a lot of the new streamlined Flyer buses. They’re not much different from the old scows, save the slightly curved-in front quarter. They’ve also got an additional route indicator marker in the front window. They seem to handle better and run quieter than the old flyers (and infinitely better than the old silver GMCs). Handy. Their most recognizable feature, however, is their smell. That unmistakable odour of new bus. Not quite pleasant, not completely unpleasant. Just…there. It’s a smell that is a comfort to a transit hound like me. After a long day of slaughtering monkeys down at the meat factory, getting on the 128 can be a real letdown. Pushing those last few yards to make the bus – especially in winter – can be akin to pulling one’s incisors out with a pair of Kleins. When I drop that two fifty into the fare slot and breathe in, I’m pretty much home. All that’s needed are some glorious tunes – these days it’s Springsteen in all his overdone but inspiring beauty. Ah, the new blue boats. May they have a long, storied life.

Vignette #214

2 reader comments (closed)

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Rich

What are “Kleins”?

Jul 19, 2007 • 10:44

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Gravel

Sorry about that…they’re pliers. It’s a well used and respected brand of tools that electricians use.

Jul 19, 2007 • 14:12

Route #150, Edmonton, July 2007

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