I don't know about valuable, meaning liquid cash value, but they seem to be getting rare exponentionally, like every month they get 15% more rare, the next month 30%... I just never see one on the road where I don't know the guy behind the wheel. Bulli Brigade coming up, Sammie. My spell check can't find exponentially. Apparently there is no such word. ----- Original Message ----- From: sammie smith To: tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 8:24 PM Subject: [tcb] Re: Home Home Home! Naw Denis, it was the bus. Short story: Getting ready to go to T@P the other day and I go get the patina Westy out of storage at my daughter's house; have pulled it into the driveway facing the street. Shelley and I are standing there and this guy, looks about 30 is getting out of his car across the street bringing some take-out food to his house, he diverts from going into his house, and, with food in hand, comes across the street to see the bus; walks into the driveway and I note that his eyes are about as wide as the proverbial saucer; he says "man is this yours?" "yes" "Are you selling it?" "No." Then he says: "Do you know how rare and valuable these things are---the ones with the two windshields." So Denis: The uninformed populace actually thinks these things are rare and valuable----well, at least the ones with two windshields. Sammie --- On Wed, 10/14/09, Denis <coocoo@xxxxxxx> wrote: From: Denis <coocoo@xxxxxxx> Subject: [tcb] Re: Home Home HomeDate: Wednesday, October 14, 2009, 6:50 PM Ha! ----- Original Message ----- From: atx To: tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 6:44 PM Subject: [tcb] Re: Home Home Home! Is it real? They were asking about your hair. :-) Glad you made it home. Jeff sent via iPhone On Oct 14, 2009, at 5:32 PM, "Denis" <coocoo@xxxxxxx> wrote: We all left T@P pretty much at the same time and all of you were home pretty quickly, while I had to soak in hot tubs, swim a lazy river, buy a small computer, drive through zero visibility buckets of rain, sign a contract so Lillie could get in the hotel, go through a construction zone where all of HWY 75 had to go to one lane and then had to detour because a twin trailer 18 wheeler had gone rubber up and I covered 25 miles in 2 hours. But now I'm home. In the "Try not to be grouchy department" is the situation where you are inching along stuck in three lanes of traffic and you are already mildly annoyed, you have your windows down because it's not cold, and for the next hour plus, people pull next to you and "Hey, what year is that? " and "My buddy had one of those"..." How much does one of those cost?"...and a new classic, "Is that real? " "Is that real?" I would not miss Paul's T@P, no matter what, ever.