Once I rod ethe Greyhound from Burlington, Vermont to Hollywood, California. (In December 1993) The ticket cost $149 one way.
The first leg of the trip was on Vermont Bus Lines and at one of the stops in Vermont the driver was gone a long time and he came back and asked me if I was the passenger traveling to California. He said that he and the other driver were trying to figure out how much my ticket was per mile. The ticket said 2,999 total miles. Now THAT'S a trip.
Halfway through my ordeal, I decided to get a room at the Motel 6 in Oklahoma City since it was about halfway through the trip and since we were arriving in Oklahoma City in the morning. They let me check into the room early even though my room hadn't been cleaned yet. While I was in the shower the maids (a man and a woman) came banging on my door. I told them through the door that I couldn't answer the door because I was busy and I was naked.
Later, when they came back to clean the room, the smartalecky young man said "If Your ears are burning, it's because people have been talking about you!" The room was so-so sucky, but after being on the bus for about 1,500 miles it was a welcome relief to be able to move around and not to have a smelly unwashed weirdo crammed up next to me. (How come I never can get squashed next to a great smelling beautiful lady?) At any rate, the next morning after my Motel 6 stay, I got a taxi back to the Greyhound and continued my nightmare journey to Hollywood, California. I spent the last of my money getting a Big Breakfast at Mickey D's in Flagstaff, Arizona and arrived in Hollywood penniless. I tried to check myself in to a nut ward but they told me that I had to wait on the couch in the waiting room until the doctor could see me.
I layed down and fell asleep, and in the morning I got up and got out of there. I called up my friend Michelle back in Burlington, Vermont and was able to convince her to go down to the Vermont Bus Station and pay for me a ticket back that I could pick up at the Hollywood Greyhound Bus Station. So after just making a nightmare 2,999 mile journey across the United States, here I was "Back Jack Do It Again" making the same nightmare 3,000 mile trip in reverse. Only on the way back I went Hollywood to Los Angeles To Albuquerque to Amarillo To Oklahoma City To St.Louis To Colombus, Ohio to Cleveland To Albany to Burlington, Vermont.
The way that I had came out to California was Burlington, To Albany To Cleveland To Chicago to St.Louis To Oklahoma City To Amarillo To Albuquerque To Los Angeles To Hollywood. Approximately 6,000 miles of Greyhound Torture in less than a week's time. The whole ride back was with no stopovers at any kind of Roach Motel and I was penniless the whole ride back. I had to suffer at every meal stop smelling everyone eating their Boogers and loudly smacking their chips.
It's a good thing that I went back to Vermont. I remember that early in 1994 there was the Northridge earthquake in L.A.
and I could very well have been injured in it if I had stayed. So when I get on Pissed Consumer and talk about Greyhound and give advice and/or leave comments, it's coming from a very Seasoned Veteran who has suffered through everything that Greuyhound has been known to throw your way.