We found it.
Ewan and I went on a scouting mission this week and I used him as a placeholder.
He wasn’t really stoked about it, but we did sneak into a salvage yard to have a look around.
He has a thing for buses and trucks. He loves them. Seriously. If we spend an hour in the car, 52.5 minutes are consumed with the words “bus” and “truck”.
The remaining 7.5 minutes, he says, “Mommy”. That leaves no time for breathing. He must have gills.
He did need to remind me here that he still wasn’t happy about the placeholder thing.
And then we found it.
Who would have thought? It’s in a salvage yard. In our podunk town. But don’t take a picture of it.
They’ll charge you $150.
Ewan and I ran for it.