Well, yesterday, Mom drove me up to Front Royal where we spent the night, then went to pick up BOB the bus, and drove back today. It took about five hours to go up there Friday. It took a little over eight to come back. And OMG! it was HOT
!!!! No air conditioning in the bus, dontcha know. Heat was just coming up in waves from the floor, totally baking my feet. Even though it rained early in the morning, by the time we made it Fredericksburg, the sun was out and doing its best to remind everyone this is finally Summertime.
No "real" problems on the way home. We went to a local Target that was down the street from the original owner's house and I practiced making turns in relatively tight spaces. Almost wiped out one of their signs... but missed it by >> that much <<
. It was 10 a.m. before we finally headed to the interstate. I was nervous at first about going so slow, but like Mom said, folks are used to going around school buses. I think I'm going to paint a giant yellow arrow on the back pointing to the left and blazon the following under it:
"May as well pass me... I can't go any faster!"
Anyway, things were going okay for the first ten minutes, then... a warning buzzer for the "brake pressure" started to alarm. We pulled over to the side and shut the bus off. Opened the hood and check the fluid. Everything looked fine. We called the original owner who said it had done that to him a couple of times before, but went off after he cut the engine off and then back on again. Not to worry. Okaaaay...
Buttoned everything back up, hopped inside, started everything back up and ... no buzzer. Great! We got back on the road.
Three minutes later, it came back on again. WTF?!?! For various reasons, this weekend is NOT the time to pile even more stress on my mind. I found another spot to pull off and called the original owner again. He said it was odd, but since the levels were all good and the bus was otherwise driving fine, his guess was a bad sensor. I'm not a very trusting soul so I called my cousin to see what HE thought. Luckily, he also believed that it was probably a bad sensor. He reassured me that unless I felt anything happen to the power steering that I would be fine just driving it home. With his reassurance in mind, I just tried to ignore the alarm and felt hyper aware of every vibration, shake and sound the bus made for the first half of the trip. When the rain cleared up and we stopped for lunch, the alarm went off and stayed off for an hour or so. Then it started getting REALLY HOT, and the buzzer came back on again. We stopped for another break (mostly because I was personally overheating as my feet were getting baked) and by the time we started again, the alarm was silent. It pretty much came and went without warning for the rest of the trip. Luckily, the last leg of the trip was silent. I was already stressed out by the traffic, the heat, and personal issues. I counted myself lucky to not have to listen to that thing too.
I had an RV storage place lined up to park BOB, but they closed at 6:00 p.m. and we didn't get into town until 6:20. Bummer! Mom suggested we leave it at the local fire station where she used to work. If I'm lucky, they won't mind the bus being there until Monday afternoon when the RV place should be open. It's gonna be a real PITA to work around the RV place's schedule, but at least I have it home now.
Whew! What a long strange trip this is being...