Seamus loves the water. We drove to Port Burwell to show off his beautiful rust/paint patina. No I’m not intending to paint him anytime soon, I love him as he is.  The drive was lovely, sunny skies and a stop at A and W for a teen burger.

I’ve discovered I’m in a club now. Other classic car owners wave at me and Seamus. Some people give the thumbs up on the road. This bus is a classic. I’ve had two old men tell me they saw Seamus at Woodstock. And if they were in my bus back then, I don’t want to know what they did in my camper bed back there!

I’m still tryign to figure out how to use the wiper fluid and wipers. Well I know how to turn on the wipers but how to get the fluid out? Or where to put the fluid in? There are some dead bugs on the window that need to come off. Ewwww.

I’m planning my first overnight in Seamus soon too. As soon as the nights stop being hot as hell!

Well, I finally have the bus, give or take a few admin chores. Huge thanks to my new VW brother Steve for trusting me with this treasure. And a huge thanks to Ed for driving me all the way to pick it up. I was so excited to get the keys I was on the verge of peeing my pants, cussing with glee, and crying. Since April 1, when I put down the deposit I have done nothing but think about this wonderful bus. I’ve worked up to 4 jobs in the last three months to pay for it and borrowed a bit of money from my baby daddy.

Obtaining permits to sell snacks is not as easy as I had hoped but I havne’t given up yet. And I’m hoping to organize my first little charity run in the coming summer.

Below is the bus and I:

Seamus went for a 175 mile ride on day one so I could drive him to my sons pre-wedding parent lucheon. It was a sweet ride and my cheeks hurt from smiling.