It seems that the dichotomy of buses is something of an archetype amongst scramble bands (Study/Quiet Bus vs. Raunch/Singing Bus). Around here we have the ominously numbered "Bus 3"... sometimes referred to as the "Back Bus" (in cases of variance in bus quantity). "Cheerleaders: run for your lives! Freeloading AD Officials: avoid it like the plague! The Bane of the Highways, the Terror of Tobacco Road, that Rented Rolligan of Raunch and Driving Den of Debauchery - Band Bus Terminus!"
On the Sugar Bowl trip in 90/91 we actually blew up Bus 3. Swear to God. It stopped functioning somewhere in rural Tennessee. At that point, all but 3 passengers and the driver had booted at some point, the bathroom could not safely be entered, and the engine was, for some possibly related reason, shot. We pulled into a shopping center where we unloaded, and there were smoke and flames and vomit flowing down the aisle. Dozens of half-conscious people staggered out into the parking lot, where many of them fell down and passed out in various places. Describing the scene years later, one witness, Pep Band Elder Bill "Flash" Pemberton, said it looked "more like a bus *wreck* than a bus breakdown." Many of the survivors staggered over to the grocery store, where they bought beer and took turns riding the kiddy merry-go-round out front for the 6 hours it took to get a new bus all the way down from Charlottesville.