Well, it looks like Bus No. 6 is going to need a new radiator. And I guess that explains why there wasn't any heat the other day. And I guess that's why my toes almost froze off. And I guess that's why I'm in Bus No. 24 for now!
But...Bus No. 24 has heat. And lots of it!
Okay, speed-wise No. 24 is a little lacking. It can go from 0-45mph in 5.8 miles. BUT, who cares as long as your feet are warm.
I look at the whole thing like this -- if they keep replacing parts on Bus No. 6, sooner or later, I'll practically have a brand new bus.
Oh well, drive safe -- and keep warm!
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Showing posts with label heater. Show all posts
It was a might bit chilly this morning!
Boy, was it a cold day to be driving a school bus! 15 degrees I do believe -- and that was INSIDE the bus! Good thing I had my heater on -- full blast -- to make me THINK I was warm. Without it, I believe my toes would have turned black and --
Hold it. Let me back this story up for a moment...
I'm usually not a complainer about cold weather. I'd rather put on a jacket than a swimsuit any day! For the past five years I've ridden my motorcycle throughout the winter months. I know how to put on layers, bundle up, and think happy thoughts to keep my extremities from breaking off. But when your bus heater is blowing full steam ahead, and the only thing coming out of those little vents is Arctic air -- well, my friend, it gets butt cold, let me tell ya!
After an hour of driving, I was still seeing smoke (my breath) coming out of my mouth, my fingers were afire with cold, icy pain (even through thick riding gloves), and my toes? They were just blocks of ice. I got off the bus, hobbled to the building, and didn't get up for about an hour. Okay, I did get up -- to get two tall cups of coffee!
But, I will say this -- that heater was blowing for all it was worth. Unfortunately, it wasn't worth spit!
Hold it. Let me back this story up for a moment...
I'm usually not a complainer about cold weather. I'd rather put on a jacket than a swimsuit any day! For the past five years I've ridden my motorcycle throughout the winter months. I know how to put on layers, bundle up, and think happy thoughts to keep my extremities from breaking off. But when your bus heater is blowing full steam ahead, and the only thing coming out of those little vents is Arctic air -- well, my friend, it gets butt cold, let me tell ya!
After an hour of driving, I was still seeing smoke (my breath) coming out of my mouth, my fingers were afire with cold, icy pain (even through thick riding gloves), and my toes? They were just blocks of ice. I got off the bus, hobbled to the building, and didn't get up for about an hour. Okay, I did get up -- to get two tall cups of coffee!
But, I will say this -- that heater was blowing for all it was worth. Unfortunately, it wasn't worth spit!
Bus 6 to 22, back to 6, and then 24, and hopefully, back to 6!
Okay, so Bus No. 6 was down and out and I had to drive Bus 22 for awhile. No problem, but it had this weird clanging noise coming from the engine compartment. Didn't bother ME, but everybody was asking, "What's wrong with No. 22?" and Eduardo the Transportation Guy told them, "Farr's driving it."
Ha, ha, ha and funny, funny, now let's move on.
Got Bus No. 6 back yesterday and found out No. 22's water something or other went out (pump? I don't know), but luckily I was no longer driving it. (It wasn't my fault, honest!)
Well, it was a cold morning this morning, I got to Bus No. 6 with just minutes to spare -- and it wouldn't start. So, I had to take the infamous, Bus No. 24.
It's called Bus No. 24 because that's its top speed -- 24. And since I had NO idea how to turn on the heater, that was the temperature inside for the whole one-hour route -- 24!
Please, can someone make Christmas break come a little quicker?
Ha, ha, ha and funny, funny, now let's move on.
Got Bus No. 6 back yesterday and found out No. 22's water something or other went out (pump? I don't know), but luckily I was no longer driving it. (It wasn't my fault, honest!)
Well, it was a cold morning this morning, I got to Bus No. 6 with just minutes to spare -- and it wouldn't start. So, I had to take the infamous, Bus No. 24.
It's called Bus No. 24 because that's its top speed -- 24. And since I had NO idea how to turn on the heater, that was the temperature inside for the whole one-hour route -- 24!
Please, can someone make Christmas break come a little quicker?
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