From Picaboo:
I remembered a childhood story. Driving a family in a similar work of engineering art, it suddenly stunned. The driver, of course, mocking, got out of the cabin, got some shit for the car factory, like in the old films, and began to crazyly try to revive the poor little bus. To say that the car was walking on the sidewalk - nothing to say. In my opinion, the old sprinkle bed under the starving newlyweds is not able to produce such a repertoire of sounds with such amplitudes of oscillation as the driver pulled out of the innermost of this unfortunate machine... My next phrase was: “Mom, now we will fly?”