Rude Awakening
Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 5:11 am
This month in Bus Conversions Magazine I have a story published. For those of you who do not receive this magazine, here is a brief summary of the article and a direct link.
Not long ago, late one night, outside Van Horn, Texas, (a place where 3.6 billion people have never been) I dropped off a hill and reached over and set the jake. Opening the small turnpike window, the air was thick with the smell of summertime, the aroma of grease wood and the desert filled the cab. All is right in my world, no serious traffic, the old bus barked in the night sailing downhill at seventy plus. The grand-kids are crapped out in their respective haunts, the old hoopie porpoised a little and purred a deep throated melody in the dark. The reverberation from the jake sliced the night like a sharp knife, not a trooper in sight and the fast lane is all mine. One more item off my bucket list of life, I am circumspect.
Not long ago, late one night, outside Van Horn, Texas, (a place where 3.6 billion people have never been) I dropped off a hill and reached over and set the jake. Opening the small turnpike window, the air was thick with the smell of summertime, the aroma of grease wood and the desert filled the cab. All is right in my world, no serious traffic, the old bus barked in the night sailing downhill at seventy plus. The grand-kids are crapped out in their respective haunts, the old hoopie porpoised a little and purred a deep throated melody in the dark. The reverberation from the jake sliced the night like a sharp knife, not a trooper in sight and the fast lane is all mine. One more item off my bucket list of life, I am circumspect.
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