Bus Driver Boot Camp

The new company Ash and I were working for (RCT) simply would not believe that we had ever driven a bus before. They forced us whip in hand to learn and re-learn the inner and outer workings of motor-coaches and the act of driving them. After countless hours of training (including how to use a fire extinguisher) and driving and dual driving, we were finally allowed to ride along on a familiarization tour which included visiting all of the places we had driven people dozens of times in previous summers. When all was said and done we did visit one place that neither Ashley or I had visited before... Fairbanks. Which was needless to say... dissapointing. Anyways here is one photo of Ash under the pipeline and one closeup of my face. Enjoy. :)

The Beautiful Butte.

The Butte, where the van reigns supreme

Awwwe. Shucks.

Once the van was running the obvious thing to do was to go show it off at the butte. We also brought my Grandma's dog logger because he is the fattest dog I've ever seen and I wanted to add a few dog years to his life. He made it, barely.

Back to Alaska

So Chronologically this is going to be confusing but I trust that with great concentration you can muscle your way through it. Anyways I'm back in Alaska. Ashley and I are driving (not commentating) our way between Seward and Fairbanks for the next four and a half months or so. Here is the kicker folks... who was on our airplane? Non other than the legendary Clint (last name excerpted) dressed in full camo and toting several hunting magazines under one arm. Anyways he isn't driving bus this year because of some minor technicalities involving his license getting revoked. But alas it was good to see him, especially when he faked a knee injury to get the front row on the airplane. Clint, we salute you.

Anyways we ended up making it to Alaska. Stayed out in Palmer for a few days while we rounded up an apartement in Anchorage. Good to see everyone out there as usual. (except Kyle). Our first day in Alaska we hiked up Lazy Mountain and saw a moose. Pretty typical Alaskan behavior.

Driving for the Olympics?

Vague. Definitely the word I would use if I were asked to discribe our border crossing instructions in only one. "Uh... Yeah I guess we're thinking about meeting at the Canadian border on the fifteenth of January. Or maybe the fourteenth." This was our newly acquired boss. "Yeah I'll give you guys a call in a couple weeks and let you know." It was December 29th.
So... we went. We were too excited about our super awesome olympic adventure to worry about little details like... anything. Besides, everytime I asked a question they avoided it and distracted me with something or made me feel guilty about asking the question in the first place. For example: Me: "So... what kind of buses are we driving up there anyways?" Boss: "Don't be a wuss, want a soda?"
Anyways one thing led to another, we signed open ended contracts and planned an elaborate road trip in the general direction of... North.

Waiver

I just want to cover a few minor issues that sometimes come up. A. Sometimes I use language that some people consider offensive or rude (dipshit or asswad for example). I would like to apologize in advance to these people. Also I would suggest either not reading my blog... or dealing with reality. B. I write this blog for fun so I don't appreciate serious critical comments. C. Last but definitely not least, I want to clarify that not everything I write about is factual or of the complete truth. This is because sometimes the truth is boring. I strongly urge you as a reader to take everything lightheartedly and with a grain of salt. That being said... You'd be surprised how much is actual truth.

So... here's my new blog.

The Hobo Drifters are no more. I am now a one-man wolf pack (with a few other people). I spent the first part of 2010 in a storage container in Whistler B.C. Working for the 2010 Winter Olympics wasn't quite the adventure I had hoped it would be. Limited internet access and a certain amount of some unknown alement inhibited my ability to blog while in Canada. That being said... here I am and I will tell the story of Canada periodically in several parts. I am however currently living in Alaska so I will also be mixing in some current events. Not that anybody reads my blog anyways but I hope to make you laugh and hopefully cry but most of all I hope to make you all hate Canada.