London Bus Show Brooklands June 2022

My first bus show. I enjoyed it.

There were considerably fewer buses than I’d expected, and quite a few fewer than what I’d hoped. One irritation was that so few allowed spectators to get on board. I mean, they’re buses. That’s what people did when the bus was operational, so why not now, when people had paid a not inconsiderable fee to see them?

Mind you, when I asked anyone apparently with connection with a bus if I could get on, the answer was always yes, with the occasional ‘Of Course’. They were welcoming.

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I know nothing about buses. If there are errors in this bit, I apologise. I’d appreciate you letting me know, in the comments below, where I messed up.

RM – The Routemaster in its standard form

(built 1958 to 1965)

Width, 8′

Length, 27′ 6″

Height, 14′ 4.5″

Seating, 64 (28 Downstairs, 36 Upstairs)

RML – The final form of the Routemaster

(built 1961 and 1965-8)

Width, 8′

Length, 30′

Height, 14′ 4.5″

Seating, 72 (32 Downstairs, 40 Upstairs)

RMC – The Green Line coach version of the Routemaster


The RMC had higher final gearing, air suspension at the rear and a significantly larger fuel tank. It also had wider spaced seats.

Width, 8′

Length, 27′ 6″

Height, 14′ 4.5″

Seating, 57 (25 Downstairs, 32 Upstairs)

RCL – Extended Green Line coach version of the Routemaster (1965)

Width, 8′

Length, 30′

Height, 14′ 4.5″

Seating, 65 (29 Downstairs, 36 Upstairs)


WVL 204 Volvo B7TL Gemini 1

L97 Leyland Olympian

RTL Leyland Titan chassis

RF 600

NLE 600 – AEC Regent IV, 1953

RF19   LUC 219

1951 AEC Regal IV Sightseeing Coach 

I used to be a PC, patrolling the City of London. When I was returning to the nick in order to book off, so looking for some work to get overtime, I saw a blue Reliant 3-wheeler travelling west in Holborn, along the bus lane. I mean, you didn’t have to be a genius to work out there was something wrong.

I walked up to the car, checking those inside. There was a middle-aged male driver and a woman passenger. She was noteworthy as she was laughing. As I got closer, I saw she was trying to stifle her laughter and realised this might be fun.

The driver wound down his window. I said, “Have you reported the theft of 54 seats, sir?” The woman bent her head forward, but was shaking. With suppressed laughter.

The driver said, “I’m sorry officer. I have an excuse, but you won’t believe me.” This was not the normal reply one expects. I asked him what this supposed excuse was, and he refused to tell me. “Just report me,” he said.

“Give it a go, sir. You never know your luck.” The woman caught my eye as I said this. She shook her head.

“OK,” he said. “I’m a bus driver and my route takes me along Holborn. I just forgot I wasn’t in my bus.” This was too much for the woman, whose laughter was shaking the car.

I took a shocked step back. I noticed a certain absence of destination boards, not to mention no upstairs. There seemed to be a disparity between the number of wheels normally expected on London buses. I said to the driver, “You can’t fool me, sir. It’s the wrong colour.”

He said, “It irritates me when car drivers drive along the bus lane, so report me. I don’t mind.” I said, “You expect me to go before the magistrates and tell them you said you thought you were in a bus?”

After that, he used to wave at me whenever he saw me patrolling.


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