A 1946 GMC school bus.  In it's first reincarnation it was a chicken coop on a Mezcal Indian reservation.

But Hailley rereincarnated it.

And somehow resisted naming it "Hailley's Comet", going with "Iron Horse" instead.
When I met him he was in the middle of surgery.  Right off he told me it has a Corvette 453 engine, and he pointed at my VW van and said his rig could beat my rig in a race.  Then he paused to see if I'd accept the challenge.

He said it took him 10 years and $17,000 to get this beast on the road.  His first idea was to put a sail on it and ride the wind across the desert.  

But now she's more conventionally mobile, and with one hell of an ass I might add.  According to Hailey it has 16 RV batteries so he can play his electric guitar at concert volumes

and his television.

Pointing to the bedroom

the kitchen

the dining room

and of course the stables.  Actually that's a mounted policeman's horse.  This bus is so damn beautiful it even bridges entrenched rivalries:   the cop brought lox and bagels by, just because he liked the bus. 

Hailley's Indian headdress/dream chaser.  Of the cops he had said, "They're always trying to push me into an apartment, so I can join their rent conspiracy.  I tell them this whole country is my home, coast to coast."