London Company Bus

Behind the back alley of Ace Hardware, a beast lies dormant. People scoff at it, and critique its moldy, rusted exterior. All they see is the sad, empty shell of a once great warrior. What used to dominate the roads, demanding attention from all who witnessed it, now it sits in a neglected heap in the back of a hardware store, praying for just one more day on the open road. Yes, your body is tilted, and your headlights have been broken off by hooligans, left to dangle sadly in a tangled mess of broken circuits. Your chipped paint reveals patches of your naked framework. Has everyone forgotten you? Is there no one left to shield you from the rain?
I see your potential. I share the same dream. One day, people will once again bask in your glory.

I will have you, London Company Bus.