Date: Mon, 22 Apr 96 09:12:00 PDT
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From: Bill Ernest <bille@msmail2.precisionint.com>
Subject: Strange Bus Sighting
Greetings all,
I hope everyone had an enjoyable weekend. I spent mine laying on my back in
a puddle of water looking at my oil pan but hey, if it means enjoying sunny
days in the bus in the summer, I'll do it anytime.
Anywho, while I was at a junkyard looking for some various parts I saw the
most unusual bus I have ever seen. As we were walking towards the back of
the yard we saw a pretty good looking 65-66 (?) splitty sitting there
seemingly with most parts intact. Then things started getting weird. The
bus had a sort of white picket fence/gingerbread house wood fence (about 1
foot tall) around the outside of the roof. There was a wood structure over
the entire roof covered in astrosurf. A sunroof was cut into this setup to
allow access to the roof from inside. And to "top" it all off it had a
mounting setup for one of those Cinzano (sp?) bar umbrellas on it.
Inside there was the Cinzano umbrella and only one seat up front that was
surrounded by a brick wall about elbow height (when sitting down). Next to
the driver's seat, where the passenger seat would be was a wood burning
stove with its exhaust pipe going out through a hole in the roof. The last
thing that really blew my mind was the side door set-up on this bus. The
door itself was not a sliding type but swung out like the driver/passenger
side doors and the windows above that section sung out both ways. The
bottom part of the door had a mini-spinet piano mounted to it and would
swing open with the door. This bus had a piano in it, I could not believe
it.
I could only imagine running into this bus in some campground, a few people
on the roof enjoying the shade while someone is playing them a tune on the
piano below while boiling a pot of tea on the stove! And unbelievably this
bus had minor damage to the outside (the inside was a mess) and the engine
was still intact! I have no idea what it was doing in that junkyard.
Still astounded,
Ernest
'83 Westy
Portland, OR
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