A few months ago, I took the longest trip of my life on a Greyhound. Escorting a friend who was going home, I rode a bus from Myrtle Beach, SC to San Diego, CA, stayed an entire afternoon, and then rode back.

I covered about 5,000+ in around a week. I slept about seven hours tops during the entire affair, constantly reeked from wearing the same clothes, and ate some of the worst food I ever ate. I smoke an entire carton of cigarettes in five days and ended up paying $8 a pack at an El Paso station. I was bothered by bums and saw the worst of people.

I also would pay anything for the experience again. Everyone always knocks Greyhound for its dirty, grimy, poor image, but I say that's the experience. You earn every mile you travel on a bus, and spending an entire night, wide awake, staring out at an endless expanse of sand, knowing the next stop is more than eight hours away, you reach a certain level of enlightenment that you simply don't get from taking a plane or a train.

So, am I alone in this feeling and experience? Any fellow Busfags out there? Am I just delusional?