Morning bus agony

The bus line from the city towards my campus is almost always late.
It's only early when I'm late so that I'd miss it, and mostly late when I arrive early to the bus stop.

Some days, though, it arrives much much later than usual.
And then as it sloooowwwly emerged from the corner of the street you found why :

And then you start to appreciate few things :

1. That the bus driver here is very kind, patient, and very careful in driving that they'd reduce their speed to match that of the cyclists and never pass them.
2. That the cyclists here all know their rights to use the street and calmly execute their rights to slowly and leisurely ride their bicycle whenever and wherever.
3. That you live in a mountainous area with small sized streets and little to none bicycle lane. 
4. That you are not among the densely packed students in the bus, desperately trying to get to their morning classes, already late and (probably) cursing under their breath with every pedal cycle nonchalantly taken by the cyclists at their own pace.