Growing up yellow



My son loves buses. And trucks, trains, planes and probably any other massive craft that he’ll encounter.

When he hears a siren in the distance, his 2 1/2-year-old face lights up as he gasps, “Fire truck!”

When he spots something flying through the sky, his face, again, lights up as he exclaims, “It’s coming! Plane!”

We don’t often see actual school buses in our area, but he has a large toy school bus with monster truck wheels that he enjoys parking in unexpected places, like on the dinner table or in the bathtub.

And my 1-year-old son likes to try to grab and chew on the bus, although he’ll go for pretty much anything that his older brother is playing with.

Cool bus?
The reason I mention this is that it got me thinking about perceptions of the school bus.

I wonder what these little guys will think of the grand yellow vehicle the first time they climb aboard it on their way to school. It’s hard to imagine them not thinking it’s one of the coolest things they’ve ever gotten to do. But there will surely be some feelings of trepidation mixed in with the joy as the bus pulls away from their waving parents.

Then I wonder whether my boys will get to a point in their youth when they begin to think the school bus is not cool. Will I need to lecture them on how safe it is, how convenient it is, how it reduces traffic and our own gas consumption? And will they care about any of that?

Up through middle school, I attended small schools that didn’t have bus service — or if they did, if it was very limited. So I didn’t get my first taste of yellow transportation until I started high school.

Initially, it was a great feeling to get on the bus with neighbors and a bunch of kids I didn’t know, all free from the command of our parents. It seemed like anything could happen, and a lot of questionable acts did (not by my doing, I assure you).

But as I got further along in high school and became more “mature,” I realized that the bus was not considered the cool way to get to school. You had to have your own set of wheels, or at least a friend who had his own.

Of course, we teenagers either didn’t know or disregarded the fact that more than half of student deaths in school-travel accidents each year occur with a teenager at the wheel, according to the Transportation Research Board. Only about 2 percent are school bus-related.

Losing my edge?
I’ve also been wondering whether my boys will get to an age when they no longer think their old man is cool. I hope not, but it seems inevitable.

So if their dad, by default, is not cool at that point, and if school buses are not cool at that point, and if I’m editor of a school bus magazine … they’ll probably never want to be seen with me in public.

And then, I’ll long for the days when a bus or a truck or a train was something they’d get excited about.      

— Thomas McMahon, Executive Editor                      
Print | posted on Monday, June 29, 2009 5:52 PM

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 re: Growing up yellow

left by Marty at 6/29/2009 8:36 PM
I have driven a bus for over 25 years and I also am a farmer. My route was also the neighborhood in which I lived so my kids got to ride with me everyday and I do mean everyday. I didn't give them the choice when they got older and could drive. Sure they all had their own car or pickup but they still had to ride the school bus...everyday. If I had to buy this air conditioned bus and then pay property taxes on it they sure was going to be riding in it. Yet to this day, my kids say it was the best thing for them that I did not give them a choice. They could see that the other city kids were making the wrong choice. By the way, they had to sit in the front seat until they graduated from high school. Today they all have Master Degrees and want dear old Mom to drive their kids to school.

 re: Growing up yellow

left by Dawn Smith at 6/29/2009 8:42 PM
As I read this, I remember many of times, dragging my sons plastic school bus out of the tub, never knew it held that much water… the pool, the mud puddles, from under the cars in the driveway and more for many years. Man that plastic yellow bus got many miles on her. I laughed at your writing, just the memories of it all. Never once did I ever hear him say he wished I would drive a school bus. My children have rode city school buses, some up to a hour and a half one way, county buses where all the grades rode one bus, then back to city buses and then to my bus. We moved to another city and our middle school daughter rode a new bus, angered her to see so many faults and differences in drivers and taking the time to follow the rules.
I am a school bus driver*, I drive a Thomas Mercedes FS-65. The routes I have were given to me after I went to the transportation Dept and told them, " I need to drive this route, see God gave me this child and if any one has the right to take him out of this world, That RIGHT is ONLY my right", I started training the next Monday. (the driver they did have Flipped the bus and dang near killed a bus load). I have driven the same route for five years, I know all my "kids" love me and riding my bus! I have only lost 3 in five years that HAD to drive to be cool. Luckily I say this, I drive the kids from the military housing area, so they are lucky to have one family car. It terrifies me every time I see the speeding car "pass the slow bus" or a car accident in route to the high school. All my riders, Know the teenagers in the cars, thankfully I hear them all say the same thing, Thank God I am on the bus.
I know my children were glad and Proud that I was there bus driver. Even my 17 year old son. He never once asked to ride with his friends to or from school, Maybe it was the 7-11 holding area between runs he liked but he would never say… I am just glad and Proud that I had a opportunity to watch, not only my own children but others children, them all get safely to school, in one piece and home again. That is a special blessing and feeling to heart only a bus driver can relate to.
*I have been off my bus since March 30,2009 due to injuries sustained in a bus/car accident, caused when I was hit by a drunk driver at 638 am.

 re: Growing up yellow

left by Terri Egler at 6/30/2009 6:01 AM
For my kids, bus transportation is fine but my son drives because they have so many after-school activities for which transportation is not provided. Now that my son has graduated, we must scramble, car pool, and change our work hours until our daughter is old enough to drive. I wish she could ride the bus through her high school years but that is not a realistic option.

 re: Growing up yellow

left by Dr. Sherry Baldwin at 6/30/2009 8:51 AM
Growing up yellow was a wonderful adventure that will never come again! Being a yellow bus rider beginning in the 1950's meant trusting that Mr. Russell would always get me home in the afternoon in time for the only TV program I was allowed to watch...The Mickey Mouse Club with Spin and Marty! Riding the yellow bus meant that before our rural road was paved and it had rained many days in a row, that our neighbor would come every morning on his tractor and give us a ride to "where the pavement ends" so we could catch our bus. Riding the yellow bus meant that Buster Owenby was my personal bodyguard and no one ever bothered me! Riding the yellow bus meant that when integration came to our school system, we never considered not sharing our seat with a Black student. Growing up yellow meant that everyone who rode to the high school wrote letters to Raleigh about the old one-lane bridge until it was replaced. And growing up yellow meant "you had arrived" when you were invited to DRIVE a yellow bus as a senior! Wow, were those ever the good ole days!

 re: Growing up yellow

left by Todd Michaels at 6/30/2009 9:33 AM
I certainly grew up yellow! From the first school bus I ever saw -- a 1964 Carpenter with a Ford chassis -- I was hooked. I'm now 44 and still love school buses, though I have to admit those old buses from Carpenter, Wayne and Thomas will always be my favorites.

 re: Growing up yellow

left by Michael Sykes at 6/30/2009 1:17 PM
While I never rode a school bus to school, I certainly "grew up" in the industry, starting as a detail draftsman with Wayne in 1975, advancing through the engineering and sales departments to Business Development Manager with Carpenter from 1992 to 2000, and finishing my career with U.S. Bus Corporation as National Sales Manager, Director of Warranty and Recalls, and Director of Engineering.

Although I was forced to retire and take disability in 2007, I definitely still have the yellow paint running through my veins, and try to stay up on industry events.

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