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The bus was on my heels as I ran through the weeds trying to escape. I could hear the distant voices of children yelling "Get Him, get him!" as I darted back and forth. I could feel the heat from the radiator as I started to slow down. I heard the squeak of metal against rust as the bus stopped. I turned around, raised my camera and took one last shot before I took off again. When I was safely out of its path, I swear I could hear it yelling: "One of the days, one of these days, Pow! right in the kisser!"

I took about a million shots of this bus on two separate occasions. There were some other shots I had in my gallery but this is the first one of Ralph. The star was a natural reflection from the sun.