Before I explain why Im going to tell you a quick story about me

One day while going to school(Elementary), I was sitting in the back of the bus and I, along with a handful of others spotted a motorcyle behind us. Specifically a crotch rocket. You know...WEE WEEEE WEEEEEEEEEEE *shift* WEEEEEEEEEEEE *shift* WEEEEEEEEE..... Yeah. Back to the subject matter: We were all enthralled by the rider. He was doing wheelies, waving and all manner of other things to entertain us. We had ourselves a grand old time just simply watching this guy.

End of story.

Now, to the reason why this journal came to be.

I'm on my way home from running some errands. Shopping, fuel for the car, trip to the bank etc, and I found myself behind a school bus. First thought in my head:"Christ, I'm going to be stopping every 30 seconds for this godamned bus." Ten seconds after the thought enters my mind I see the children of the bus clutter in the back and they look at me. Then my car. Then back to me. They started bouncing around, waving, hooting and hollaring at me and my car. Then I read the lips of one of the students that said "That's a Ford!" Thanks to my asshole of a father(I'll tell you all another time why he's an asshole) for teaching me how to read lips. SO! At that point I'm realizing that the kids are liking my car. A lot. No. Like a LOT. They're bouncing even more, one kid starts dancing and waving at me specifically. I decided it be a good idea to play some music. I began playing Def Leppard, Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, Guns N Roses and Prince. No not that wannabe half-assed rapper. I'm talking about "The artist formally known as Prince". You know...Purple Rain, When Doves Cry, Seven. That guy. The kids began dancing even more! They're having themselves a absolutely grand time just watching me and my car while listening to music. I began to wave back. I could tell this made them very happy because it got them even more excited and I could easily see them talking among themselves. I was doing this for roughly 20 minutes before I saw the bus' turn signal turn on. The kids knew it and they began waving goodbye to me. I waved goodbye as well and decided to give them one last thing before they left. As the bus turned and cleared my path: I punched it, letting the car roar and I know they heard it. Once my RPMs get up to around 3 grand you can really hear my motor. Not two minutes later I think over the occurance and realize: That must have been what that biker felt when me and the other students were waving and such at him.

That's why I feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.