I could save a fortune on gas!
Man, this makes me want to hop on such a bus and travel around the USA in nomadic fashion. Not a care in the world except where my next gallon of fry oil is coming from. I can envision pulling up behind the only chinese food restaurant in town and negotiating in my broken mandarin for their old cooking oil.
I'm hearing strains of The Who's Magic Bus playing in my head and I feel a grand desire to be a hippie in the sixties. But then again, some of these folks have seriously dirty feet and I'm not so sure I could handle that...
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