“The Mace” planned a three-pronged attack to resolve his problem. He was 1,500 miles from home and his Scenicruiser appeared to be overheating.
One reason…
“I found a shortcut to the airport, and you only have to drive the wrong way for two blocks,” said my pal.
In order to…
It was dark as we cruised through Salina, Russell and Hays, Kan., on Interstate 40. In the days before interstates my boss would make us…
“The new driver is weaving,” the passenger whispered in my pal’s ear.
Walter had just finished a 24-hour shift and was snoozing in the front…
“What could go wrong?” has to rate high in the hierarchy of famous last words. (Are you sighing that a bad pun starts the column?)
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On a November Saturday morning we were on a mission when we converged on the lot where our used coach inventory was parked.
Every bus…
By Dave Millhouser
“Isn’t your car parked in front of your apartment?” asked my buddy. I had taken a break from my highly lucrative job…
This column has, on numerous occasions, been a sort of confessional. But this may be the worst thing I’ve ever done.
Three of us were…
Ever see a bus pole vault? Neither have I, but I did see the aftermath.
Our Scenicruiser was at warp speed on an interstate when…
“We found your friend passed out in the hall and dragged him into his room.”
I was checking out of a hotel early one Friday,…