TL;DR It didn’t charge properly and need to be repaired when they bought it and it’s so quiet that kids listening for the diesel engine don’t realize it was coming. The rest of the problems were all hypothetical. Imo just feels like shit people need to get used to.
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In conversations in the school boardroom, at the volunteer fire hall and at the American Legion bar, the bus exposed fears of an unwelcome future, one where wind turbines tower across the flatlands, power generated by Nebraska solar farms is sent out of state and electric cars strand drivers on lonesome gravel roads.
At his used car shop in the adjoining community of Blue Springs, Fuzz Morris towed Monte Carlos and El Caminos that went into ditches along country lanes.
Back then, my classmate John Watts was driving his hot rod, a 1965 Chevy Impala SS, through town with quiet purpose, rarely stopping to chat and dreaming of the day he would run his own salvage yard.
Dr. Prososki, a former social studies teacher with boyish looks, a physique that gives off gym-coach vibes and a Ph.D. in education, offset his small budget by finding grants to fund everything from weight-room equipment to a program to teach welding.
Through the Environmental Protection Agency, schools can apply for grants to replace older diesel-burning buses with ones powered by propane, natural gas or electricity, but must promise to destroy the old diesel engine.
“O, horse, you are a wonderful thing; no button to push, no horn to honk; you start yourself, no clutch to slip, no spark to miss, no gears to strip,” the poem began.
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