Woke up on the first day with the bus parked next to the house. It hulks next to the place. She big.
Wanted to warm the engine in the morning, and straighten out my crooked park job from the night before. I put the cactus back in its place, cranked the engine, and patiently waited for the Intake Heater light to blink off. Felt good hearing the engine. Feel like I need to hear it daily now.
Light blinked off, I pulled the bus forward 10 feet…and did more damage to the thing than I had in the last 2,253 miles. I didn’t check my landing gear. Put it down last night, didn’t sleep in the bus, and just forgot about it. Cut a gash in the yard, bent the track, and wrenched the right landing arm out of place.
Bus lesson learned: Always check your shit before moving the bus, especially when it’s a beautiful morning and you just want to hear the engine and move it just a little bit.
Managed to raise the legs up to get some clearance, and there’s plenty of places around here that’ll happily work on an injured bus. I have a list of questions and Other Shit to Look At, so I need to start meeting Local Mechanics Near Me anyway.
Hoping I did less than $1,000 in damage.
Also: Driving the Kia to work today after 11 days exclusively behind the wheel of a bus was a shock. Felt like I was driving a go-kart. Put 9,000 miles on the thing since buying it, just finished a trip to Cincinnati before getting the bus, and the first few miles felt surprisingly alien. They got cars that’ll go 0-60 in less than 2 minutes now. What a world.
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