Some people call it the Ghost Bus of U.S. 93, and others call it the Ghost Bus of Union Pass.
Fortunately, there is only one. What they call it depends on where the silent motorcoach overtakes them, and scares the starch right out of their clothes.
Comedians who haven’t actually seen the ghost bus call it the “Grim Weeper,” mocking reports that its headlights weep tears of molten chromium.
Don’t scoff until you’ve seen the coach in your own rearview mirror. Before the Grim Weeper overtook me near Burro Creek, I was two inches taller and did not have this …
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