If your definition of “low cost luxury travel” entails dealing with a psychotic teenager on an ever escalating hell ride through several Midwestern US states… count me out. This would be a good entree into telling my “bus” story… not quite as good as the JFK Airport one but dramatic all the same. One of the freakier moments of my life. But I don’t feel like writing about it now. Though it happened in August in the early 1980’s, it’d make a good Halloween story. It haunts me still.