Smokin' hot driver aside—you ain't got the scratch for a plane, or even your own ride, so you're still stuck in this festering aluminum shoe box known as a Greyhound bus for the next 16 God-forsaken hours.
And if the stench doesn't get to you, the other passengers just might. So before you get cornered by a senile octogenarian with a wallet full of pictures of her
dogs children, or some dude with an odd tick talks your ear off about 7 Minute Abs, establish your dominance within the bus hierarchy by out-crazing everybody around you. Here's what you'll need to get to Yuma with at least some of your sanity intact.
Want to get to the front of the check-in line double time? Pack your gear in an Army Surplus Duffle bag. Just be sure to grunt whenever you set it down and casually mention how surprisingly heavy human heads are. $11