Here is your sign

Daddy's Hobby 1983 Silver Eagle Model 10-S

A popular Nashville comedian has made a very nice living off of one gig.  He uses the expression “Here’s Your Sign” and says stupid people ought to be required to wear them.  That way they are easier to spot.  Same with bus owners, we should all get a sign the day we plop down the hard earned cash for one of these behemoths of the open road.

It is my profound hope that somewhere, there might be a cure for stainless steel fever, but I don’t think so.  In my own case, I don’t think there is much that can be done, I am shot full of it, and there seems to be no known cure.

I should have gotten my sign the day I looked at my bus.  I bought into all of it, hook line and sinker.  When I inquired about “how hot it was inside the coach” I was told, “Oh?  That is because we have several coaches all plugged into same electrical system, and they are all not getting the amount of power they need to effectively run the air conditioners.”

Uh huh, sure.  Later on in the Atlanta area when the noonday sun made me fully aware that the air conditioners were not functioning, I was reminded of another theory espoused to me in Oklahoma by my cousin.  “If frogs had wings, they would not bump their hinny’s when they hopped.”

Here’s your sign.

When the coach failed to start, and was rather stubborn in turning over, I was told, “Oh, it has just been sitting on the lot for a long time, once you get it out on the road, that will all clear up.”  Forty miles west of Birmingham it cleared up, three new coach batteries at a cost of $167 each.

Here’s your sign.

There is something about traveling that naturally appeals to me, the mere fact that you can get out of town for a little respite, is also a mark on the plus side of the scale.  Something about listening to the music that you want to hear on the CD player, the vision of something new everyday unfolding before you in the windshield, different smells, different locations.  The chatter of truckers, the modern day Flyin’ Dutchman of our culture on the CB and the sound of static, much like bacon frying on an open fire, all of these things appeal to me.

Nice to get away from all the things that irritate me, all those pesky little nuances in life, that stick in one’s craw, as they relate to it in my neck of the woods.  No computer problems for at least two weeks, no shut downs, no installations of this and that, which always seem to come at the absolute wrong time.  It was nice.

So, not knowing any better, I decided to document my adventure in bus ownership.  I took some photo’s with my cellphone, BIG MISTAKE, yesterday I was a little bit over two hours trying to download them from my phone to my computer!

I hate computers!

Tech support: What seems to be the problem sir?

Customer: Whenever I press the backspace key, the letters I typed seem to disappear.

Here’s your sign.

Ah, the open road, bus shoppin in the sunshine state, what could be better?  Florida seems to be deader than a door-nail, almost to the point of being legally declared a disaster zone as far as tourism is concerned.  No problem finding a room, plenty of vacancies and the usual tourist haunts, were void of the crowds and throngs of the hurried, pushy and rude, jostling to get to the front of the line.

Being as I am a big fan of Denny’s restaurants and The Cracker Barrel, a fast food aficionado I surely am, I got my fill of the quick, greasy and deadly on the trip.  Who says there are no adventures left in life at age sixty-two?

One particular waitress sticks in my mind, you always run into those in the industry that you feel would be better served if they just stayed at home.  Handing her my four cup thermos I tell her, “It is pre-loaded you will have to dump the hot water out.  I pre-heated it at the motel room.”  She looks at me, and then says, “Do you want me to dump that out, or put the coffee on top of it?”

Here is your sign.

Orlando is a tricky town to get around in, and I got lost, so I pull into a convenience store and ask this guy, “Can you help me out?” he quickly reaches deep down in his pocket fetching some money for me.  I abruptly stop him and then say, “Hey man, I don’t need a loan, I am lost, how do I get to Sanford Florida from here?”

We both laugh halfheartedly on that one, and then he points me in the right direction.  I did get hit up quite a bit by panhandlers on this trip, but I suspect that is because of the economic blight that happens to be on the land, that seemingly will never go away.

Most of the trip from here on out, is rather uneventful, the generator quit on me in Alabama.  I spent the night in Mississippi with every known mosquito in three counties.  I ran over five curbs and moved one really BIG ROCK outside the T&A in Memphis.

Here’s your sign.

Crossing one more un-named big muddy river, the old bus lurched from side to side something akin to Shamu the Killer whale.  The rich red Oklahoma countryside loomed prominent in my sight, and I could tell I was once again home.  You can always tell when you hit that Grape’s Of Wrath Oklahoma Line.  The wife gets bitchy, the kids start to fight with each other, and you have this overwhelming urge to siphon some gasoline.

Welcome to Oklahoma, please set your watch back fifty years.

Never forget that ordinary life can also be quite extraordinary if you remember to be grateful for what you already have.  If you are one of the few fortunate souls left in the country that can actually “afford to get away and see a little vacation time materialize among the wreckage of man” take the opportunity to get out and about.  It will heal what ails you.

One last thing.  If you are considering the purchase of a bus in the near future, take this with you:  “The owner of a second hand bus knows how hard it is to drive a bargain.”

And of course … Here’s your sign.*

OOO

*  This article was first published in Bus Conversions Magazine.

2 thoughts on “Here is your sign

  1. Very informative and funny at points too…lol, but I do not think I will ever own a bus in my life time. But, I have a collection of signs for other life events that went over my head. I think some of my newest co-workers have wanted to hand me one thus far since the school year started….heck, I would have just taken one! lol. Have a great week!…..nice looking bus by the way.
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    Thanks, we appreciate it. If we all got a sign for every stupid thing we ever did, my trail in life would be loaded with them! I would be able to look over my shoulder and look back on a lifetime littered with the things.

    The bus is an 83 model and it is the result of a lifetime dream, we started out with the idea of owning our own bus in 1976 believe it or not. It was over thirty years, before the dream was realized. We enjoy it immensley, everything but the fuel issue, don’t get me started. We are going to drive it until the wheels fall off, and then have it put to sleep.

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  2. Preloaded thermos- so funny! Great post!
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    Pam, one of our readers in Wyoming suggested one or two along the same lines just the other day. LIVE BAND … LIVE DJ …. I mean, who would want to show up to hear someone who was not alive. This girl was a fun girl, you could tell, pretty good waitress, but she didn’t have a whole lot going for her. Glad you liked the post.
    DS

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