The sun is all but forgotten in the western shadows. A few fire barrels offer a flickering glimpse across the litter strewn street. The night air begins to chill.
wup wup wup
Off in the treed distance a classic sound approaches.
wup wup wup
When you first set eyes on her, the lump in your throat tells you you’re in for a hell of a ride. The next several months are going to be full of wonder and learning, all about her.
But before you actually get to meet her, you recall what you've heard so much about her. How to greet her and how to board her. You recall the stories that have indoctrinated you to her majestic stance, her task in life, her tonnage.
'Cold War' veteran; 1975 to 1979.
Technical Call Center for major bus manufacturer.
Married, kids, yada, yada, yada.
"The difference in ordinary, and extra-ordinary...
is that little EXTRA !!"
