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Okay, yeah. I know you guys are thinking that school bus demolition derbies must be for huge rednecks! Actually, it's universal. Who didn't dread the school bus ride knowing where you were headed?

For me, the school bus was an evil place where bullies and perverts could get you and nobody knew. I rarely had less than an hour ride (damn rural areas). There was always the fear that there would be no seats left or that nobody would sit with you. I think I hated the bus even more than school itself. One adult and fifty kids. Not good odds.

In elementary school, we had a bus driver that wouldn't take us home if we were bad--she'd drive back streets, up over sidewalks, and all kinds of scary stuff. So of course, the high school kids would push her to see how crazy they could make her--not pleasant for us little ones that were missing our afternoon cartoons!

I think it's natural to enjoy watching school buses be destroyed. But then again, I am not denying that I tend to be a bit warped...