So... Friday, I was all psyched to drive out to Evington, VA and buy my "Perfect" bus. Right size, right mileage, right distance, right price.
Luckily, I called before making the 2 hour trip, 'cause it sold earlier that day.
I was majorly bummed. It was too good to be true.
So... I started looking on Craig's list again. This time, expanding my search. Finally, I spotted a couple buses in the northern VA section that looked promising. A 1990 International and a 1995 Bluebird. Both at a price I could afford. I shot off a query. Within minutes, I get a reply on both. Apparently, they were owned by the same guy. Okay, I had nothing better to do on Saturday... Let's take a Road Trip!
4 and a half hours later, I'm tired, cranky, wishing I'd taken a chance and ridden the bike instead of being fumed out by the car (which desperately needs a new seal on the back window to keep the fumes from coming inside), but finally up in Front Royal looking at a bus. Not just any old bus. A Big Old Bus. BOB
. He said so himself. Whispered it to me as I stood there wondering what the hell I was about to get into. Either that or the fumes were worse than I thought.
There it was again. That voice.
to be the bus because the guy showing it to me was talking about glow plugs and leaky windows and getting zapped by the quick-fix he had to bypass the switch. Um... okaaay. I tried to ignore the voice as I crawled over and under and around the bus, looking for things I could definitely say would be a deal breaker.
A lot of rust, but nothing a needlegun and Rust-o-leum wouldn't fix.
The driver's area could use a little work, but I planned on customizing the control panels anyway.
It was already gutted, painted and had duelie A/C units in the rear, a current inspection and tires with great tread.
Not much bad I could say about it. With 11 windows, I'd have about 25 feet of living space behind the driver's side. The walls were straight, and because the interior paneling ran lengthwise instead of horizontally, there weren't a gazillion rivets to deal with! WooHoo!
Okay, BOB now you're just being pushy. But... I really did need to see if I would be comfortable driving something this big. Oddly enough, it wasn't as intimidating as I'd expected. The captain's chair didn't exactly fit me, but except for a little wobble in the steering at high speeds -- like at 65mph! Yeah Ba-bee! -- it drove like a dream. Slow to start, sure, but it's a freakin' big old bus, so what could I expect?!?! We went a couple miles out, made a few tight turns, went slow, fast, uphill and down. Only major drawback was the fumes coming in from the rear through the A/C units, but hey... I was already fumigated by my own car, so I didn't notice a thing.
I don't know if it was the fumes, or BOB's natural charms, but I put a deposit down on the bus to hold it for a couple of weeks until I can get back out there to pick it up. In the mean time, I've got a lot of arranging to do, tools to buy, and spaces to rent.
OMG, I'm a freakin' skoolie owner! WooHoo!!!