I chaperoned many a marching band trip when my girls were in HS. I'd say 95% of the time I loved the bus drivers and their ability to get us safely to and from competitions. But there were a few, most notably one trip to Towson University, when I seriously thought I was going to die. Stop and go traffic and the bus driver would tailgate, speed way up, slam on the brakes, swerve in and out of traffic, and then had to go down the shoulder to avoid rear ending a sedan. I think we all had stained drawers after that trip. And then we had to get back on that same bus to come home.