I love the short bus. We drive it to Red Rocks for the shows. I never thought I had ambitions to be a bus driver as an adult. But here I am driving the bus around.
A happy hippy bus! The short bus is easier to drive than a full size bus. People smile as it glides through the streets. Maybe they stare because we have music or NPR blaring on the loudspeaker! Ice cream music or political victories.
It is not the most mechanical sound vehicle. So, sometimes it leaves us stranded on the side of the road or still in the driveway.
I remember one time we were driving to Red Rocks and we were passed by a house! My bus goes so slow, even a house can pass it! The house was on a truck bed being relocated, but still, why did it have to pass us?
Das has a long time affection for buses. In the 80s he built a gasifier to run his full size bus. A gasifier creates energy from solid fuel, like wood chips.
He raised his 2 kids living on a bus and traveling to Renaissance Festivals as a bronze medallion and bellmaker.
On the first day I met Das, I had to chase after him and catch a city bus to continue our conversation. Who was this interesting man? How will I ever find him again if I don't catch that bus?
I like hearing stories of Das' bus going to Dead Shows with a bus load of hippies, baking trays of hemp cookies as they sail down the highway. Hitchhikers, a cat named Dog, a woman who was Jimi Hendrix's love child, a full cast of characters with a zest for life and adventure.
I've discovered life is more exciting on the bus.
Are you on the bus?
