Meter Maid Parade Part 5

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The Cushman was getting used to carrying the extra passengers. I figure 3 extra people in the back are roughly equal to one fat meter maid ass anyway.
Here's the Cushman in high mayhem mode, 5 or 6 people on board, driving as fast as she'll go, the driver with a beer in the coaster and heading for the donut zone otherwise known as the gravel parking lot.
It's a noble mission.
And here it is, moments before running over and disembowling the famed stuffed pig, who came to us at the How Berkeley Can You Be parade and travelled all through Canada on the last Cyberbuss trip, it was a sad ending. If someone wants to describe the ritual that was "KICK THE PIG!", go for it, words fail me.
Ode to the Pig Name:	Pig ramblings: c y b e r sAM said: KICK da PIG was a cultural crown behavior phenomenon. It is a round porky stuffed animal, the size of a soccer ball. CYBERBUSS would take it out at parades, fairs, schools and just start kicking it around yelling kick that pig. bad pig - bad pig, then we would just kick it in the crowd and some people would go wild kicking it back, stumbling over each other to get a kick in. some would tackle it and punch it. we ran over it wid da buss at least 6 times and it always survived. at one elementary school the kids were all lined up in single file marching like little obedient soldiers. we slyly kicked the pig closer and closer to them until they all just went running after it. they kicked that thing all over out into the street and the teachers lost total control. it was wonderful. now the pig is dead. ok wrybread we love the cushman but that thing is a pig killer so i say next time we KICK DA CUSHMAN ------- Anonymous said: i love all the pussies! -------
All good things must come to an end, so Lester and the Cushman formed of a single gigantic vehicle again and headed down the coast for the long ass drive home, and everyone lived happily ever after, at least after they caught up with all their lost sleep.