[tcb] Re: ...now I got my Magic Bus! Trip report (long) without weird code symbols this time

  • From: Will Wood <evilscientistboo@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 11:56:52 -0400 (GMT-04:00)

Sounds like a bunch'o reprobates if you ask me.

Oh yeah, nothing wrong here.  Three guys in a rental car with lots of cash 
flying through Oklahoma, at night.

One of them with no positive ID..

Humm, sounds fishy to me.

I would have stopped at the trooper's office on the way back and yelled out 
"Dee Dee Dee."

Nice find James, good luck with it.




-----Original Message-----
>From: James Dwan <james_dwan_2000@xxxxxxxxx>
>Sent: May 29, 2007 10:47 AM
>To: tcb@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
>Subject: [tcb] ...now I got my Magic Bus! Trip report (long) without weird 
>code symbols this time
>
>Trip Report -
>
>It was a rainy Friday night as I picked up Billy and Larry around 8. By then I 
>had already driven 4 hrs through Memorial Day 
>let’s-get-outta-town-in-the-rain-traffic from downtown Dallas to my house in 
>Garland, out near Lake Ray Hubbard, to Love Field to get the rental car to New 
>Hope, East of Mckinney. Got a nice Impala with XM and a trunk big enough for 2 
>dead hookers.
>Found out on the way that Larry had an expired license so he wouldn’t be 
>driving. Billy took the wheel in Oklahoma and got pulled over around 11ish. I 
>love how they always ask, “Do you know why I pulled you over?” I mean why do 
>they do that? Are they hoping someone is gonna confess to having just knocked 
>over a bank and hauling dead hookers to Kansas? Anyway Billy figured he was 
>speeding and she agreed. Took his license and my rental agreement. She came 
>back on my side and asked for my license. As we waited we noticed another cop 
>pull up, then a third then a sinking feeling came over me as I was told by the 
>drug dog handler in the flack jacket to roll up our windows as he led the 
>German Shepard around the car. Not good.
>Of course we didn’t have anything on us we didn’t even gave a cooler of beer! 
>We did have a little bottle of Jameson for medicinal puposes that had been 
>opened for some medical emergency earlier in the day. But other than that all 
>we had was a briefcase with alot of cash, long hair and a one way rental car 
>with Texas plates close to midnight on a Friday night speeding through 
>Oky-land on “Zero Tolerance” weekend.
>
>Larry was told to get outta the car first by one of Oklahoma’s finset. A rolly 
>polly 5 ft, 350 lb no neck goon with something to prove. Then I was told to 
>get out then Billy. They seperated us then told us to empty out all our 
>pockets. I was waiting for them to ask us for consent to search the vehicle - 
>they never did. I would have said no and waited for the search warrant to 
>arrive. They obviously thought they had something and weren’t gonna be 
>inconveinienced by laws about illegal searches or civil rights or profiling. 
>Then the fat one popped the runk and announced he smelled marijuana. And 
>grabbed my briefcase from the trunk. “What’s in it? he asked me. “Money” I 
>said “How much?” “Alot” “How much is alot?” I told him and he told me to open 
>it.
>At this point I was getting a pissed and told him no. I had nothing to hide 
>and was getting tired of this. I was imediately cuffed. They brought the dog 
>over to the case and told him to sniff it, he did and did not bark or do 
>anything, they told him again and pointed at the case, again nothing, after 
>three more times the dog put his paw on it then it was like “Good boy!” 
>
>I was then told by the fatman to open or he would open it for me. I had to 
>give him the combo and it took him a while with those sausages to work the 
>locks. He opened it and it appeared empty. “Where is the money?” he asked with 
>a smart ass tone in his voice. In the pocket I said. Then they took out the 
>envelopes and smelled the money! By this time they had removed the spare tire 
>and my bag unrolled my socks, looked under the seats and I swear they tried 
>taking the seats out but didn’t probably because it was a rental.
>
>I figured this was about to go very badly and told the cop who was going 
>through my bag why we were going to Missouri and that I could prove the money 
>was mine by showing them the cancelled check. I also showed him the M-codes I 
>had printed out from the Samba. I told him how much these buses were worth 
>when restored and that was why I had that cash and they had no choice - they 
>then let us go. If I didn’t have my checkbook I doubt I would have made it to 
>Missouri to get that bus!
>
>We got to the hotel around 2:00, woke up at 6:30 and ate breakfast at the Boss 
>cafe in Clinton around 10:00.
>Picked up the Uhaul and met the owner around 11:00. We crawled under the Bus 
>with a drop light, looked at the cancerous rust hole in one of the belly pans. 
>Billy picked at it and pulled out some rat hair and dirt. There are probably a 
>couple of rodents still sitting in the bus as I type this, hanging out between 
>the belly pans and the floor.
>
>So I tried to noc off some off the price and he met me halfway. The rest of 
>the Bus is in good shape for sitting in shed with a dirt floor since 1971. He 
>even draine the tank. The engine turns by hand! I gave them the money and 
>Momma and the family friend took the money and a Colt revolver to the bank 
>while we figured out how to get the Bus out of the shed it had sat in for 36 
>years. The wheels wouldn’t turn so we hooked it up to the tractor and they 
>turned! He rolled outta the shed and the rest went pretty smooth except when 
>Larry was guiding the Bus onto the skids and fell backward onto the transport 
>while the Bus was rolling onto it! 
>
>The guy I bought it from, Virgil, was the 3rd owner. The second owner, 
>Virgil’s brother-in-law, blew the engine on the way back from Kansas City and 
>sold it to Virgil. Virgil blew the new motor it before he found out that the 
>valves needed adjusting on a regular basis.
>He built the new motor and drove it 50 miles before he parked it in ‘71. It 
>didn’t move again until Saturday May 26th, 2007. Evidently Virgil liked the 
>free company truck he just got in ‘71 and by the time he thought about driving 
>the Bus again, years later the rag top had been ruined so he left it where it 
>was. Virgil was the only guy in the area that would work on VWs back in the 
>day. He has a rusted out 58 Panel sitting next to a Super and a Notchback. 
>He’s got lots of other parts wich he tried selling to us but I told him 
>politely I was only intyerested in the Bus. If I were going to make a movie 
>about a VW barn find of a lifetime I would cast all the people the same right 
>down to the waitress who brought me the biggest chiken fried steak breakfast I 
>have ever eaten.
>
>   
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>
>
>James 
>DAC 
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>
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