I took the bus out this morning—in a couple of inches of fresh snow— for an hour-long drive across town. New tires are going on, the back window is being reinstalled, holes in the roof are being sealed, and hopefully a few other projects that would suck up a lot of my time (especially in sub-zero temps) but shouldn’t be too taxing for a nice warm shop. Especially a nice warm shop whose owner’s wife is a Bum friend and has admonished her husband to take good care of us Bums.
The bus drove perfectly, cell phones were constantly being stuck out of windows of passing cars by people with big grins plastered across their faces, and for the third time now I drove the bus in below freezing temperatures—this time with absolutely no heat and a missing window. I can’t wait to drive this thing down the road with the windows open and a warm breeze blowing through.
I also can’t wait to wash and wax the bus. It’s not always easy to tell in pictures, but this thing is absolutely smothered in grime right now.
Ahh, those are nothing but far off dreams right now.