I am retired without a car or license in a city that relies on buses. Each bus trip is a chiropractic treatment. The drivers are not trained, the buses are poorly maintained but for 12.5 cents I absorb it like an adventure.
Because I am tall the people look at me like they never saw a tall white guy. I just pretend they think I am a movie star they recognize.
But I do remember the driving to and from work in Bica Raton, Florida. The hours I listened to the radio seem a waste of time. I remember once after adopting three kids driving and having a near seizure thinking I left the kids somewhere. That theme still comes about.
Sometimes the bus does not stop because I think the drivers get paid by the route. So the downshifting is annoying to them. Sometimes the buses are full. I am top heavy and would fall over on an empty bus but in these sardine like condition it is a massage.
All in all I like the bus. Cheap, effective and adventurous. When I get where I am headed I am surprised that I maneuvered my way there.
Life is different when retired.