The bus (from here on out known as she - according to some she's temperamental like some females who are clearly not me) had been sitting, unloved somewhere in Utah for the past 3+ years. Seems like the last time she was registered was in 1999, so more emphasis on the + part of those years. I was expecting bugs, roadkill and other unmentionables to be stuffed in every nook and cranny, so we prepared ourselves.
After a trip to the dollar store to stock up on any and every bargain priced cleaning supply they had, we ventured in. To my surprise it wasn't as bad as I was expecting! No bugs, no nested creatures in the cushion foam and no STD filled used condoms (although the germs could still be lurking).
A few hours of hard scouring, scrubbing and a healthy dose of the Tom Petty station on Pandora found our bus much closer to shiny then it was before. I would show you an after picture, but I'm not sure you would really notice a difference (dirt and rust all look the same in pictures, right?) But nonetheless I feel much less icky sitting in the bus now then I did before and that is what I call progress.
