The bus skittered and bounced from side to side, showing more bad moves than a boat on a choppy sea.

A few minutes later, the bus was bouncing toward Greene Forest.

Every time the bus bounced, we nearly fell to the floor.

Reaching a speed above 30 miles per hour, the bus sideswiped another school bus, bounced off a retaining wall and ran into a tree.

As the bus bounced along Main Street, I stared out at the passing houses and front yards.

The bus bounced across the landscape.

As the bus bounced and creaked through the streets of Lakewood, Mr. Brigham remembered a homeless man who died in 2001.

For the last few miles the bus had bounced so hard that its springs had lost their zip.

The bus was barreling down the street at an alarming speed, bouncing and swaying, barely under control.

I stared angrily as the bus bounced onto the road and roared away.