I can still hear myself saying it. At the time Cindy and I were standing in a school bus. It was a beauty, and we knew it would be perfect for our planned mobile kitchen. My words were something like, "Wow, look at all those seats! I'll soon have those out!"
Have you ever wished for a little bell that would quietly ring beside you every time you said something stupid?
A 13 year old, full size Bluebird bus riding on an International chassis has a lot of seats.
Twenty-four of them, to be exact.
Up here, in Ontario, where the roads are salted, and any exposed steel fasteners quickly transform into rusted gargoyles, there is no easy way to remove them.
Wrenches of all kinds, vice-grip pliers, penetrating oils (do they ever really work?), hacksaws, chisels and hammers proved ineffective. Eventually, an angle grinder was settled on as the weapon of choice.
Keep a fire-extinguisher handy. Wear some hearing protection; the grinder is even noisier than the 72 kids. Use a thin blade, be mindful of where the sparks go, stop when the floor starts to smoke, keep your shoes and pants away from the stream of sparks, and watch where the red-hot pieces of cut-off metal get to.
You will be amazed at the variety of detritus that inhabits the spaces between seat and bus wall - a whole universe of sticky candies, wrappers, pens, pencils, old notes, hair doodads. It will wake the archaeologist within.
And what to do about all the seats?!