...in a corner at a local storage lot.

dead buzzer   dead tree

Merry Christmas.

I was half way through a diatribe on how "Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanza" all basically mean "I hope that you and you loved ones are safe and warm and happy, and may the next year bring you prosperity and happiness".

But this is about the bus.

The bus and the camper share a remote corner at a local storage lot.

In this corner is where all of the transformation has taken place in the past year. Well, mostly the past six months.

I don't have pictures of me removing the seats, because if I did, I would have had someone to crawl under the bus with a wrench and maybe made this easier.

Me and my buddy, Angle Grinder, ground the heads off of the floor bolts with glacial speed.

The seats also bolt to a rail that runs along the walls the length of the bus. They were no problem, but being ambidextrous would be beneficial.

If you think you are going to substantial fund your project by selling the scrap metal, all I can say is "Bwaaah...Haaa..Haaa". Not gonna happen. I found it easier to put 'em out with the garbage on Thursday night and let the scrap collectors take 'em. It's not worth risking a trashed tire at the scrap yard.

Let's take a tour, shall we?

This is Believeland...

Welcome aboard !!!

 Now that the seats have been dispatched, let the chalk meet the rubber.

I laid out a basic floor plan based on what we could salvage from the trailer.

At this time, I think that it is important to point out that the primary goal at this point is to get an Ohio motor home title and license plates, as well as proper insurance.

That is the primary objective right now. Get it legal. Get it home. Get it on the road.