My dad used to do the same – in his late teens, heading to work, in the days when the conductor stood on the open platform at the back….
Every morning, Hollinwood to the outskirts of Manchester…
One day he took his eye off the ball – bus stopped, dad did not, until he hit the bus – fortunately not going to fast… Conductor laughed, picked him up, checked him over said ‘You won’t do that again, will you son?’ and off the bus went, leaving dad with a rather buckled front wheel (this was in the days before Pringles 😉 ) and a dent in his pride…. 🙂