My last Greyhound ride was also in 2003, a cross-country trip from Phoenix to Atlanta. It was three days of sheer hell and I couldn't feel my butt (from all the

My last Greyhound ride was also in 2003, a cross-country trip from Phoenix to Atlanta. It was three days of sheer hell and I couldn't feel my butt (from all the vibration; that was NOT a smooth ride) for over a day afterwards. Didn't help that every single bus stop along the way was in the worst neighborhoods in town, too. It was enough of an experience that I've been loathe to consider giving them another shot.