A/N Jim is Janie's brother, but he has his own life more. Less interactive with the engines, but he rides the rails. Otherwise, he's an athlete and a prankster, then a bus driver after his professional athlete career. When he says football, he means it the British way because this is set on Sodor.
I'm Jim and this is the story of my life. My sister's interacted with the engines more than me, because when we were young, I was always being cheeky, doing pranks or having adventures with my mates and playing sports. I may ride the rails at times and when we were kids, sometimes I decided to trainspot, perhaps with a friend. When we were in school, I played football and rugby. I grew up to be a professional football player. Now, I'm retired from that and drive for a bus company, the one that owns Thomas's bus friend Bertie. I shall do that until it's time for me to go to an old age home.
The reason I became a bus driver was to be different from my sister. Charming chap that I am, sometimes I'm quite uncomfortable with emotion. I can understand someone's emotion, though I don't always like emotional people. Though I can be a bit emotional under stress, I try not to cry, but the waterworks may happen. Only rarely, though and around no one, except those I trust deeply. My sister always knows how I feel, so I think she's got what someone called twin radar. Unlike me, she's not annoyed or frustrated by those who are emotional. Mechanical things, like buses, along with sports and my friends have always been what I like most. I've got no dislike of the engines, with regard to the rails, but I'm too busy for them, usually, other than when riding the rails or if my bus driving takes me to a level crossing. Because of Thomas hitting a car and making my sister sad, I'm always careful to not try beating the train. I can break the rules sometimes, but only ones that make no sense to me. If a rule's something illogical in my eyes, I follow it only if I need to, like if it's something I could lose my job over or I'd be found out and getting into trouble doesn't make sense to me ever more than the nonsense rule. I'm a fun, friendly and down-to-earth sort when not stressed.
I may not be as young as I was, but still able to do some adventures. I just need to keep them limited, because I tire more easily. However, as long as I'm in quite good health, I shall adventure and drive my assigned bus, as I mentioned before regarding the bus. I shall probably race the old age home in my chair when I get to the point I can't walk, because I've got that kind of personality, wild until I lack any ability to be that way.
A/N He's British, but I'm not, so if I messed up the dialect, tell me respectfully. Review, but don't flame. This is set when he's getting older, like Janie's story.