As a child, I loved this book. I would bring it out from our local library time and again. Although my father was a railwayman - which influenced my later interest in railways, though only after he left the railway service - when very young I loved buses. We had no car but lived on a bus route, and the bus was our connection to the larger world outside. Even if we were going further afield, to visit family or to go on holiday, all journeys began and ended with the bus. This book showed me that something as commonplace as the bus had universal application, and gave me a link between the everyday and the exotic. Our vicinity to the Tramway Museum at Crich in Derbyshire also gave me an insight into what by then was an almost vanished form of transport in the UK, so this book told me more about those vehicles, as well. I was delighted to be able to obtain a facsimile reprint edition after forty years. ( )