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I once rode Greyhound from Salt Lake to Detroit with steve, who had an interesting tactic to keep the seat next to him open. That trip was hellacious and surreal. I think I lost a bit of my humanity on it. The part about the sleep deprivation is true. It's brutal having to get out of the bus at 3AM, and wait in a cold dirty station, on plastic seats, under flickering fluorescent lighting, in the middle of nowhere. The article is spot-on.