This week, I picked one from our drive up the hill. Mike surprised us Friday evening by driving home this cherry red bus. It was not ours to keep. But the boys had trouble understanding the idea. "No one like's a car flipper," Mike said, referring to himself, buying these old beauties and flipping them for a profit. A sentiment that was confirmed Sunday afternoon, when the boys realized the bus was gone & had driven someone else home early that morning.
They seemed genuinely upset. Mostly because the ride up the hill had been so much fun. Leon had rustled around all the compartments and Rex sat on Daddy's lap and steered us around that big dirt lot. They played hide & seek, and happily discovered the new guitar wedged in the trunk. (Another treasure from the same swap meet)
We parked at Subway after the photos, and ate chicken sandwiches in the parking lot.
And then, just like that, it was gone. Nothing more than a weekend fling.
And the poor looks on their faces waking up to a bare drive-way, calling out for the "cherry bus!"
Nobody likes a car flipper.