After three months back home, I finally made my way back to Laredo. 'Course the mode of transportation wasn't by bicycle. I had left ol' bikey in a heap of spokes and gears, rotting in a friend's office. What a good friend to put up with such a stench.
At any rate, I took only the finest transportation back to Texas: Greyhound. Twenty-two hours of fun. To sum up my thoughts on the matter, I wrote the following in my notes: "Greyhound buses aren't made for adults. If anything, they're made of packrats with short attention spans." Now, I would add "and no legs".
As a basis for comparison, you should view this clip A with the subsequent (next) clip B.
If there's a step below economy class, is it just called "bike"?
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