Sunday, February 06, 2005

The Bus Was Here Saturday...Gone by Sunday

NOB HILL--One of the great things about living on Route 66 is seeing the amazing array of vehicles traveling the byways crossing the USA. This "conversion" has been raised about 2 feet and most of the windows removed from the driver's side and added above the windows on the passenger side. This diesel Bluebird bus has Massachusetts plates. I could not find the driver.

Buses converted to motorhomes reached the height of their popularity in the '70s, when new motorhomes were expensive and used ones were virtually non-existent. Many included back-to-nature types of ammenities such as wood burning stoves. Most had paint jobs that echoed the organic shapes of a mental wilderness. Ken Kesey's bus, according to some, is still sunning itself under a northern New Mexico sky. The Pig Farm supposedly took their bus to the Chicago Democratic Convention in 1968. People still remember the bus races in Aspen Meadows outside of Santa Fe about 1970.

It is so sweet to see this beauty. It really is what Rt. 66 was always about: being on the road as a metaphor for life itself.

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