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Bus Tales From The Early Days Of MaBSTOA 1968 |
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Posted by SUBWAYSURF on Sun Jun 27 02:41:54 2010 REPOSTED and EDITED FROM OT CHAT, cause I thought it may interest some of you bus guysWaaaay back when my Father was a "chassis maintainer", AKA diesel mechanic, at the REAL West Farms (not that mess built on the grave of "The Coliseum") watching the shifters do their thing never ceased to amaze me. They get those buses SOOOOOO closed to each other, like sardines. This was when I was about 8 and my father would take me to work with him about once a week every summer, a different time a different MaBSTOA. My favorite days were when my father was up for "road call" but road calls, in those days, were driven to with a bus (to replace the broken one), a mechanic, and a toolbox. None of these pantie waist "dedicated road call guys" in fancy air conditioned 40K rigs sitting around waiting for a call. A road call would come in and whatever mechanic had it that week would stop what he was doing and tend to it. Rarely did they tow, no/few tow trucks. The coolest part of "road calls", for my young ass, was riding to and from them in the empty bus (my father drove like a bat out of hell), sometimes a new look sometimes a old look, the garage was about 1/2 of each. Salt spreaders were OOS Mack C-49s and old looks with a big hole cut in the floor and painted yellow. SOmeday. I'll tell you the story about the vehicle I learned how to drive with, when I was about 13. Hint, some folks may think you keep goldfish in these Yup a different TA fer sure. More stories when I feel like it 8-). |
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