We could have left the bus left-hand-drive, but because we drive on the left-hand side of the road, that would have meant that access to and exit from it would have been on the right hand side, i.e. the 'traffic' side.
A tad too dangerous to my way of thinking.
So the door was moved to the left side, and the steering wheel/pedals etc. moved to the right.
That, in itself, was a major task.
Willie Roach (of Eagle Automotive, a company that specialises in right-hand-drive conversions,) was a tremendous help to us in achieving this.
He could have said "Nah, shove off, I've spent forty years learning my craft, I'm not going to let you pick my brains," but he didn't.
He told me to wander through his workshop and take as many photos as I wanted, and if we got stuck he was only a phone-call away.
He even sourced and supplied the right-hand steering box for me at 'mate's rates', and gave very explicit insructions about how to mount it.
A top man.

We've had a lot of help from a lot of people over the last eighteen months or so, as a f'rinstance, I took the steering wheel (a poor sorry-looking object, all battered, faded, and chipped,) to a mate, Ray Inwood, who totally rebuilt it to a thing of beauty.
"How much Ray?"
"Forget it."

Mofo, (Jerry Stutterd,) gave me the air-horns.
Bryan Cresswell gave me the driving lights.
Murray Harrison gave me the twelve-foot whip aerial.
Ian Scott gave me six of the sixteen inch rims I needed.
Barracuda, (Justin Hanson,) gave great assistance with the Certification process. (not yet complete.)
And of course Lynda and Robin Barnes who drove an hour each way to show me how to drive my pooter.
And there's many more who have given help and advice.

You don't realise how many good friends you have until you need help.

Humbling really.

All good.

Thanks. It's much appreciated.

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