This essay rides through Delhi aboard its most overlooked lifeline, the DTC buses. Far from the polished quiet of the metro, these buses pulse with the city’s chaos, humour, and reality. For the author, a transman, each journey is a lesson in both survival and selfhood. Between moments of gender euphoria and unease, he develops his own playful 'rules' for navigating this ableist, masculinist terrain, like when to board, where to sit, how to blend or stand out.