It started as a normal quiet day in our fine suburb. The patrons gripping their Opal cards awaited the morning bus from Killarney that would take them to the city. Little did they know the drama that was about to unfold.
Weaving through the streets was fine, Eastern Valley Way was slow but steady, but on the approach to the Harbour Bridge, there was a loud bang from under the rear of the bus!
There was no choice by this time, with white knuckles the heroic driver gripped the wheel and we barrelled on towards our fate.
Customers looked anxiously at each other, a murmur went around the carriage - was it a tire blowing? we asked each other.
Still the bus travelled on. The rear Opal card readers booted up and crashed - normal operation.
Finally there was a small bay on the right of our lane and the driver, by now a hero in our eyes, pulled over and stood to address the crowd.
"Don't anybody get off or I'll be in big trouble" he muttered. He left the bus, walked slowly around and returned to the front. "A rear tire" he said.
The bus proceeded, a little slower than normal, first to Wynyard and then on to Town Hall where I evacuated - calmly.
I'm sure our driver will be knighted in next year's honours. Everyone was saved.
Friday, February 6, 2015
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