I don't even know how much time I spent working on the bus, it all sort of blurred together. Grinding off the bolt heads on the chair floor plates was SO FUN! Tons of sparks!
My Dad. Total goofball.
Upon further inspection of the floor, it was decided that the rubber is where that "kid smell" comes from, and that the plywood was rotten too. Out it goes! Unfortunately, easier said than done.The rubber was fun to pry up, and the plywood wasn't glued down too heavily, but it took a super long time nonetheless.
Good thing we decided to tear it up, that black dust there...used to be plywood. Yikes.
Candy wrappers, old gum and nickles. Kids are gross and weird.
T.C.O.B.
More crazy looking gross old plywood. It looks like a burned out house, so strange.
Clean-ish!
Tetanus anyone?
Tetanus EVERYONE!
While I was hammering the nail remnants through the metal floor, the surrounding dust would form these adorable little perfectly round mounds. Crop circles for mini aliens?
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