A fierce wind was howling down from the north on this Wednesday morning shaking up everything in it's path. A windblown, dilapidated old school bus rattled down the highway toward oblivion it seemed, but not so. It was headed for a new life and a total makeover, at least that was on the mind of the wild-eyed driver, steering the vehicle back onto the highway each time it was blown off by a strong gust of wind.

A fierce wind blew across the highway

From the front door of his shop, Rikolo noticed a weaving yellow blur vacuuming up the road dust and spewing it into the air, as if it were the cleaning lady of the county. To his surprise, the clattering bus with dangling fenders and broken windows swerved into his driveway, threatening to demolish the sidewall of the shop before it finally stopped, inches away. The skipbeat rhythm of the gasping engine stilled itself reluctantly, and the creaking side door scraped open.

"What's comin' down the road?"