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I'm reposting mine from another thread.
When I was 16, a friend of mine came up to me in high school and said, "Hey, you want to go to New York?" We were bored with school, so I said sure. We were all good students, so we invented a travel study proposal saying that since we were in the west, we had never seen anything old, and we wanted to get a sense of the history of our country. To our shock, it was accepted, on the condition that we do all the scheduled home work while we were away. So, in 1971, during the school year, six of us, 3 guys 3 girls, nobody over 18, set off on on a 10,000 mile six week journey in my parents' '68 VW bus armed with a file of nearly 50 notarized documents from school, parents, insurance company. We crossed the country alternating camping grounds (4 in the bus, we had removed the third row and built a platform to support a full sized mattress, and 2 in a tent) and staying with friends/relatives. The trip to New York was even more amazing than we had imagined, then continued up to Canada and back through the north to California. Life altering trip. We were arrested twice as runaways. The second time was in Illinois, where we were taken to the police station, and out came the file of notarized papers, enough for everyone there to have 2 or three of something. The guy who arrested us said threateningly, "I'm going to call your parents." We said yes, yes, call Victor! Victor, the father of one of the guys, was a lawyer with the American Civil Liberties Union, the most powerful civil liberties group in the country. We could all overhear Victor screaming over the phone that unless we were all outside calling from a phone booth telling him that we had been released within 10 minutes, he would have a law suit on his hands that he would never forget. So he took us outside, this big fat guy in cowboy boots, big Texas hat and aviator sunglasses, put his hand on his gun and said to us, "Alright, you can go...but I want you out of town by sundown."
That's when my love of busses started.
When I was 16, a friend of mine came up to me in high school and said, "Hey, you want to go to New York?" We were bored with school, so I said sure. We were all good students, so we invented a travel study proposal saying that since we were in the west, we had never seen anything old, and we wanted to get a sense of the history of our country. To our shock, it was accepted, on the condition that we do all the scheduled home work while we were away. So, in 1971, during the school year, six of us, 3 guys 3 girls, nobody over 18, set off on on a 10,000 mile six week journey in my parents' '68 VW bus armed with a file of nearly 50 notarized documents from school, parents, insurance company. We crossed the country alternating camping grounds (4 in the bus, we had removed the third row and built a platform to support a full sized mattress, and 2 in a tent) and staying with friends/relatives. The trip to New York was even more amazing than we had imagined, then continued up to Canada and back through the north to California. Life altering trip. We were arrested twice as runaways. The second time was in Illinois, where we were taken to the police station, and out came the file of notarized papers, enough for everyone there to have 2 or three of something. The guy who arrested us said threateningly, "I'm going to call your parents." We said yes, yes, call Victor! Victor, the father of one of the guys, was a lawyer with the American Civil Liberties Union, the most powerful civil liberties group in the country. We could all overhear Victor screaming over the phone that unless we were all outside calling from a phone booth telling him that we had been released within 10 minutes, he would have a law suit on his hands that he would never forget. So he took us outside, this big fat guy in cowboy boots, big Texas hat and aviator sunglasses, put his hand on his gun and said to us, "Alright, you can go...but I want you out of town by sundown."
That's when my love of busses started.
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