West Midlands Bristol Road Bus Corridor

West Midlands Bristol Road Bus Corridor

The Bristol Road bus corridor are a group of bus routes in the West Midlands, United Kingdom operating along the Bristol Road. The 61, 63, 98 and X64 (also known as the Bristol Road services) offer a high combined daytime frequency along this corridor. All services all serve the areas of Lee Bank, Edgbaston, Bournbrook, Selly Oak and Northfield before service 61 goes off to Gannow with service 62 and 63 serving Longbridge before going to their respective termini. The West Midlands Transport Plan 2000 refers to the corridor as "Corridor G".

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