Transport or transportation is the movement of people, animals and goods from one location to another. Modes of transport include air, rail, road, water, cable, pipeline, and space. The field can be divided into infrastructure, vehicles, and operations. Transport is important since it enables trade between peoples, which in turn establishes civilizations.
Transport infrastructure consists of the fixed installations necessary for transport, and may be roads, railways, airways, waterways, canals and pipelines, and terminals such as airports, railway stations, bus stations, warehouses, trucking terminals, refueling depots (including fueling docks and fuel stations), and seaports. Terminals may be used both for interchange of passengers and cargo and for maintenance.
Vehicles traveling on these networks may include automobiles, bicycles, buses, trains, trucks, people, helicopters, and aircraft. Operations deal with the way the vehicles are operated, and the procedures set for this purpose including financing, legalities and policies. In the transport industry, operations and ownership of infrastructure can be either public or private, depending on the country and mode.
Plot
Jack Newman lectures at the local University, is preparing for a new life with his fiancée, Gwen, and has finally adapted to the challenges of a sudden accident that left him blind several years ago. An opportunity arises for Jack to become the first patient of an experimental eye surgery. After regaining his sight, Jack begins to slowly take on the characteristics of the eye's late donor, a state executed psychopath. As Jack begins to lose the battle being raged in his mind, Gwen uncovers some startling information and is faced with the most difficult choice of her life. Which will prevail...true love or the primal instinct to survive? The startling conclusion will leave viewers stunned in this moody, psychological thriller.
Jack: Crazy has left the building.
Take the bus or drive the car
Your destination planning
All depends on how it works with your efficiency
The trip itself is meaningless
Heading toward the target point's always too slow
Some teenager just cut me off,
I think his music's blaring
While the grandma to my left moves extra cautiously
And we'd like to go about our ways without these interactions
Keeping only destination set in mind
Here and now,
It's all we've got until all exhaust's departed
Darkened brown
The base is rusting with apathy
Sometimes the reminiscence
Flows out rusted tape converters
But the song sounds just as fresh as it did once before
So take a moment to look out your cancer-sticking windshield
To enjoy the ride, the traffic,
And the poor drivers in their limousines
So hang on to your transfers
Because you'll never know when you'll need your transportation
The taxi driver stopped
With imagination
Inspiration
Innovation
And perspiration
We revolutionised transportation
Stephenson's the name and my steam engine's the best you will find
(It was the Rocket, it was called the Rocket)
It pulled a train that carried passengers and was the first of its kind
(Caused a commotion, doing the locomotion)
Was best by miles
And won top prize
At the Rainhill Trials
The Lords said it was dangerous then saw how many tickets could sell
(The toffs were off it, til they saw a profit)
And so he paved the way for me I'm Isambard Kingdom Brunel
(An engineer, and famous pioneer)
Railways off pat
A massive hat
And to top that
I was a tunnel building
Bridge creating
Hard grafting
Ship crafting
Polymath in search of a way
To take my train through my tunnel, cross my bridge to my ship
And sail me fastest to the USA
My steam ship, it made the trip
In just fourteen days
There across the ocean was clever old me I'm quite a star
(He's Henry Ford, yes that's what he's called)
My assembly lines the first to make it cheap to buy a motor car
(From Henry Ford, cars you can afford)
I think you'll find
Made just one kind
But never mind
I was the fastest rating
Car creating
Introducing mass producing
Original Model T guy
We took an engine, a bird wing
Some bike skills, worked until we found out how machines did fly
Not just a hop
But non-stop
Gonna get high, high, high!
I'm Orville, was the brains
The brawn, my brother Wilbur Wright
We refined the plane and made the first sustained flight
Our engine small
But powerful
Propelled to a great height!
They were supreme
Our mean machines
The stuff of dreams
We were creative, inventive
Progress our incentive
Always searching for a solution
We took some steel and a wheel
Made a plane, car and train and created a revolution
Hard to believe what we achieved
Looking back, we helped change tack
Transport was duller, we added colour
Well, as long as it's black