I've always wanted to live in a refurbished bus.
|Borrowed from Dolly Rocker Girl.|
When I was a kid, my dad had a thing for old school buses. He was an ex-hippie with a yen for travel, and subsequently we've all got in the blood (all seven of us). What can I say - we were born in the wrong era (after hitch-hiking became mostly illegal).
The first bus was your typical yellow school bus, previously owned by the Nazarene church of McMinnville, Oregon. Dad gutted the seats, bolted brown metal bunk beds to the walls, and we were off. It was our home away from home. Four months of living en route to nowhere - our cross-country road-trip.
A few years later, he bought the rusty white school bus. He partitioned off the back half with a large piece of plywood, creating storage space for all our earthly belongings. The front half became our living quarters for a week while we relocated from Oregon to Georgia. We spent the majority of that trip standing in front of open windows, waiting for the wind to blow us backwards onto the couch (this was either before the state-wide seat-buckle law, or before we cared - not sure which).
Ever since then, I've had a thing for road-trips.
|No Idea To Whom This Belongs|
I stumbled across this old photograph
while researching hitch-hikers.
I'd like to have been there.
|Borrowed from Kristen Drozdowski|
... Or perhaps buy my own bus.
Look at the amount of space inside this one ~
Imagine what you could do with it.
|Borrowed from Trane DeVore|
|Borrowed from Country Living. The Junk Gypsies: Nashville or Bust!|
. . . maybe someday. . .
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