No traffic, no cops, no crack-heads to clean my windshield.
Skillfully I will work my way around the coach with a wipe rag and copious amounts of elbow grease, pull it outside, and immediately watch the dirt and trash of man coat it again.
It is my very own personal Black-hole of the Bus Community.
Yesterday me and the Mrs. we drove to Oklahoma City and went out to eat. Hate to do it this far away from payday, but we had not been there in quite sometime. The drive into town is not so bad any more, we have a new interstate connection, six full lanes, each one homesteaded by a driving impaired lane change dummy. Continue reading