Yes, this is the bad boy we'll be taking to Augusta next week to support marriage equality in Maine. We plan to fill it full of people and love. There's lots of room. Take a look:
There are 14 rows of seats, and two big girls like L and me will fill one of those seats. I imagine three skinny college girls might be squashed into one, but it will be snug. So that means we really have room for 56 passengers. L will have to snuggle up with someone else, because this is my seat:
I get to run all the buttons and knobs and stuff. The two pedals on the right are the accelerator and the brake pedals. The two buttons on the left are my directional signals and the third button, visible between the steering wheel and the seat, is for the high beams. All those other buttons and knobs run the heat, the fans, and various and sundry lights and doors and such. The CD player is over head. It's gonna be cool. I imagine everyone will sleep on the way there in the morning and be exhausted on the way home. I'll bring a couple of cds just in case. I'm betting the college and high school kids will all have ipods and be unimpressed with the bus' fancy audio system. Us old farts are gonna think it's wicked cool, though.
These are the ramblings of a cranky, middle-aged lesbian building contractor on the coast of Maine. I am opinionated as hell and argumentative most days. I like to cook, build things, opine about politics and the state of the world, and occasionally sew. I dabble in welding and would like to be better at it than I am. I am patient only as long as I am so inclined and have nothing else to do. I am often wrong, but never in doubt. I hold the world and myself to unreasonably high standards. You might not like it. Too bad.
Some of what is in this blog is probably inaccurate as hell. My memory is faulty. I try my best, but mistakes will be made. If my version of events does not exactly match your memories of those events, get your own blog and write about it there.