We take for granted the ability to freely travel and move around. It wasn’t so long ago that traveling a hundred miles would take a day or two, 24 plus hours. Today we can travel the same amount of miles in a couple of hours and be completely rested.
I found these buses at the Illinois Railway Museum. They are in the back behind some buildings and I was the only one there. I have never ridden a bus cross country but I do remember ridding the buses in Chicago when I was very young.
I found myself looking into these buses seeing images in my mind of people going to work and school, planning for life after they exited the folding door. It’s easy to hear the sounds of the bus, accelerating, the brakes and door opening.
The minds and hands that built these machines have long since retired but they still live on, in a small lonely circle of gravel behind some barns.