Yesterday I posted about our recent delve into the culinary art of gingerbread bus construction. My photos are a decent representation of our experience but do not depict the entire story; a story I now feel compelled to complete (with much humor) as it will make one reader (whom I begin to doubt is on our side) very happy. The story showed one bus that failed due to overburden pressure exerted by one enthusiastic decorator, however, it left the impression that the other bus survived until ravaged by children scavenging anything and everything gingerbread. Truth be told, this second bus lasted but an hour after I wrote my post and upon discovering its demise, I could not bring myself to declare to the world that once again, we completely fell short of our goals. Honestly, who would dare take a ride in Moby after reading about our history with gingerbread? I can see them now, “Are you sure you used quality parts?”, “How long ago did you fix that?”, or “Is it supposed to rain today?”.
In my defense, gravity is a relentless foe; constantly exerting its force, searching for weakness, patiently biding its time as it waits for an opportunity to make all that is tall…short. And so it was for bus number two.