I wonder if anyone hops a bus these days, just for the adventure.
I once took a Trailways bus across America, from San DIego to NYC.
We didn't have electronic devices to occupy us. Not even a DVR playing a movie. So the passing scenery, and the passengers on board were the entertainment.
I remember the one liners: like, "What do folks do in Barstow?" Or, "I remember eating at that road diner last year. Tastes like the same chicken, too."
Even better was getting to know your fellow passengers, like the knitting grandmother behind me. She played mandolin in a country-western band, though I privately thought she'd broken out of a rest home.
Months later, I returned to San Diego for Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, we got trapped in a snowstorm and spent the evening in a Denver bus terminal. I remember this character walking in circles, muttering, "They picked me. They picked me."
When I disembarked at the San Diego bus station, I learned my baggage was missing. So the next time I hit the road, I began hitch-hiking. Got to New York (from San Diego) faster than the bus!
Yet, I'll always remember that Trailways journey across America.