Neglected to mention, for anyone interested, I talked to the insurance folk about mandatory liability insurance should the bus jump into my life. Turns out every one of those seats is a potential injured passenger with an axe to grind. Insuring it with the seats intact is out of the question.
But my insurance carrier doesn’t insure school busses converted to RVs, or whatever rhymes with an RV this would become if I do what I’d planned doing with it. The lady would have to search out a special insurance company to provide coverage, and while it would be cheaper than a bus, cheap is relative.
Her wild guess without having chased it down is that a year of insurance on it will be in a range I’d consider outside mine.
If the guy who has it drifts down into something I’d be willing and able to meet, getting tags on it will be costly, insurance probably worse, rendering it a yoke around my neck I couldn’t reasonably expect to carry.
I asked the I Ching what it thought about the matter and the hexagram it gave was ‘Dangerous Depths’, with changing lines advising caution.
Which, of course, I am. Cautious, I mean. Dangerous depths don’t bother me but I like to keep my altitude below me, as opposed to above me.
Everything else being equal.