The buses in Buenos Aires belong in Who Framed Roger Rabbit. They are absolutely unreal; with huge brass horns, frilly shit in the windows, and paint jobs from a 1930’s Southern Democratic political campaign. And the shocks are so bad that you feel like you’re in a boat caught in some high seas as you toss to and fro in the cabin; your hand clutching the overhead bar like your life is at risk, because it is.
— jdubblog
