Most in Washington, D.C. would think there was little need for public transportation in the city after the midnight hour weekdays. But along a thirty-mile stretch of meandering streets, from the upper Northwest quadrant to the deepest part of the far Southeast sector, there is always a wayfaring individual or two, or seven, or twelve, who depend on the No. 92 bus, to make their way to or from home, or just to escape from another part of the city after engaging in some measure of joy, some work, or perhaps, some form of devilment. Having to guide this sometimes troublesome ship are the men and women whose career lies within the D.C. Metro system. They are a group of highly-trained professionals, but many are often subjected to a variety of traumas inherent in the operation of a city bus.