Itinerant Air-Cooled Greetings From Illinois
Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 7:22 am
Last time I made an "official Itinerary Post" I was in beautiful upstate NY going on about some "it's about orange and green".
Still true:
Alas, the orange aspects became muted as I traveled to Pennsylvania to see BuelaBus:
Caught myself behind this monstrous mess of Lost In Paroxsms Of Its Own Stylin' RV that must feel embarrassed just to exist. Seriously, folks, what were they thinking?
"Hey guys, hey guys, I got it, make the rear of our coach look like a Cadillac grill mated with a Jeep Comanche, it'll be great! No wait, I got it, Star Wars! No wait, Finding Nemo! Like water swirling and stuff. No really, put in little LED tail light slashes like the last scene in End Of The World Of Good Taste, did you see that? Hey put the ladder where they'll have to RUN and JUMP to reach it! Hahaha, more coffee!":
The hills were a nice counterpoint, just the same old trees enjoying the latest of thousands of millions of successive springtimes, that still look beautiful:
So, no more orange, grey and rainy US 15, no more golden afternoons lighting up the inside of NaranjaWesty:
I stopped here to almost bitterly complain that I can't get a damn thing done on this stupid Earth if it is going to just piddle all over every project I ever wanted to do and I will just DIE HERE IN THE WET because God doesn't WANT me to be happy EVER, but:
I didn't complain, I just went ahead and finished painting the headliner, right here. Painted the big expanse of headliner over my head, Slowlane's post echoing in my mind, something about "insanity", because now it is wet outside, and it is a special kind of painty sort of wet inside, and I know this inside white wet is going to be wet for WEEKS now. It was a HAH! kind of decision, a breakdown of my resistance against whatever nature decides to throw my way. A squall came barreling in and blasted sheets of rain through the open tailgate and driver's door, so I closed them and kept painting in the closed interior with momentary sliding door openings to spray the cap barely clear of the side of the car with another charge of this NeverDry "Ivory Silk" satin off-white almondish plastic paint. That headliner was painted in place, overhead, no drop cloths, with a 1" foam edging implement:
A policeman showed up after the last squall to tell me that the guys standing around their trucks sitting over in the parking lot didn't want me parked here.
"Why not?" asked I of the policeman.
"Because they think the building entrance walkway here should be reserved for pedestrians not camper vans."
"That's a good reason," I shared with the policeman.
"That's a nice camper van," offered the policeman.
I do not have photographs of my day with Buelabus. That is a shame, because you will not get to see all the gnats that pestered us, yes, but also met their ends on my WET HEADLINER FLYPAPER. We sat down and organized the list of our day's projects and enjoyed the very highest dry humor that I adore. BuelaBus's two and half year old is scampering around in and out while his wife is working inside. Imagine this conversation at the patio table. As we are going through the list, a coach's whistle suddenly gets blown piercingly again and again and again.
"Is that a rape whistle?"
"Yeah."
"Which one is blowing it?"
"Probably my wife."
"Huh . . . "
"My son tries to touch her sometimes."
"So, do we have all the parts to install the dual carbs?"
Next up was 70Crew in Grand Rapids MI. As soon as I hit Michigan's choppy concrete roadways, my gas tank started shedding crusty old gas varnish from The Long Sit. I have cleaned out the fuel filter between once and three times a day since. Saw this welcome sign and pondered the irony (coughcough Flint! cough cough):
Arrived in Grand Rapids MI with a quickly clogging fuel filter and a whining fuel pump to lay eyes on this 1970 dual cab pick-up:
This is the beautiful engine that must be installed in the soon to be completed 1970 dual cab:
This is the beautiful engine and transmission that must be installed in the soon to be completed 1970 dual cab:
We spent more time getting the muffler to fit on the Chirco rebuilt engine than installing the engine and transaxle :
It was a proud moment for the neighborhood and 70Crew to hear this engine run for the first time in ten years:
I hope you get it all done in time for the wedding procession, 70Crew. It is going to be beautiful.
Enjoyed a lovely evening drive of jarring roads and clogging fuel filter to visit with hippiewannabe and TrollFromDownBelow at the hippiewannabe lake resort.
see: "CK social visit with the wannabe hippie and the troll..."
viewtopic.php?f=70&t=13061#p221127:
Drove to Indiana where I was reacquainted with standing in front of a judge.
"You shall be remanded to the garage for a term of four and one half hours."
That's what I said to the judge.
The judge had no choice but to comply.
She loves her little white convertible Beetle, her charming little Beetle with the delinquent little distributor advance that went all cuckoo and was threatening to harm her valiant but tired little 1600 engine.
We decided upon a diversion program whereupon the advance unit was ordered to cease and desist and henceforth be rendered inoperative with two golf tees in the vacuum lines. Now the engine has just centrifugal advance, and it seems fine.
I must go finish up the andrewtf Supersaga Of The New Itinerants this morning, then drive to locoqueso in Grayslake IL this afternoon, fix the infamous oil leak forever and always tomorrow, and write another epistle as soon as I get the chance.
Colin
Still true:
Alas, the orange aspects became muted as I traveled to Pennsylvania to see BuelaBus:
Caught myself behind this monstrous mess of Lost In Paroxsms Of Its Own Stylin' RV that must feel embarrassed just to exist. Seriously, folks, what were they thinking?
"Hey guys, hey guys, I got it, make the rear of our coach look like a Cadillac grill mated with a Jeep Comanche, it'll be great! No wait, I got it, Star Wars! No wait, Finding Nemo! Like water swirling and stuff. No really, put in little LED tail light slashes like the last scene in End Of The World Of Good Taste, did you see that? Hey put the ladder where they'll have to RUN and JUMP to reach it! Hahaha, more coffee!":
The hills were a nice counterpoint, just the same old trees enjoying the latest of thousands of millions of successive springtimes, that still look beautiful:
So, no more orange, grey and rainy US 15, no more golden afternoons lighting up the inside of NaranjaWesty:
I stopped here to almost bitterly complain that I can't get a damn thing done on this stupid Earth if it is going to just piddle all over every project I ever wanted to do and I will just DIE HERE IN THE WET because God doesn't WANT me to be happy EVER, but:
I didn't complain, I just went ahead and finished painting the headliner, right here. Painted the big expanse of headliner over my head, Slowlane's post echoing in my mind, something about "insanity", because now it is wet outside, and it is a special kind of painty sort of wet inside, and I know this inside white wet is going to be wet for WEEKS now. It was a HAH! kind of decision, a breakdown of my resistance against whatever nature decides to throw my way. A squall came barreling in and blasted sheets of rain through the open tailgate and driver's door, so I closed them and kept painting in the closed interior with momentary sliding door openings to spray the cap barely clear of the side of the car with another charge of this NeverDry "Ivory Silk" satin off-white almondish plastic paint. That headliner was painted in place, overhead, no drop cloths, with a 1" foam edging implement:
A policeman showed up after the last squall to tell me that the guys standing around their trucks sitting over in the parking lot didn't want me parked here.
"Why not?" asked I of the policeman.
"Because they think the building entrance walkway here should be reserved for pedestrians not camper vans."
"That's a good reason," I shared with the policeman.
"That's a nice camper van," offered the policeman.
I do not have photographs of my day with Buelabus. That is a shame, because you will not get to see all the gnats that pestered us, yes, but also met their ends on my WET HEADLINER FLYPAPER. We sat down and organized the list of our day's projects and enjoyed the very highest dry humor that I adore. BuelaBus's two and half year old is scampering around in and out while his wife is working inside. Imagine this conversation at the patio table. As we are going through the list, a coach's whistle suddenly gets blown piercingly again and again and again.
"Is that a rape whistle?"
"Yeah."
"Which one is blowing it?"
"Probably my wife."
"Huh . . . "
"My son tries to touch her sometimes."
"So, do we have all the parts to install the dual carbs?"
Next up was 70Crew in Grand Rapids MI. As soon as I hit Michigan's choppy concrete roadways, my gas tank started shedding crusty old gas varnish from The Long Sit. I have cleaned out the fuel filter between once and three times a day since. Saw this welcome sign and pondered the irony (coughcough Flint! cough cough):
Arrived in Grand Rapids MI with a quickly clogging fuel filter and a whining fuel pump to lay eyes on this 1970 dual cab pick-up:
This is the beautiful engine that must be installed in the soon to be completed 1970 dual cab:
This is the beautiful engine and transmission that must be installed in the soon to be completed 1970 dual cab:
We spent more time getting the muffler to fit on the Chirco rebuilt engine than installing the engine and transaxle :
It was a proud moment for the neighborhood and 70Crew to hear this engine run for the first time in ten years:
I hope you get it all done in time for the wedding procession, 70Crew. It is going to be beautiful.
Enjoyed a lovely evening drive of jarring roads and clogging fuel filter to visit with hippiewannabe and TrollFromDownBelow at the hippiewannabe lake resort.
see: "CK social visit with the wannabe hippie and the troll..."
viewtopic.php?f=70&t=13061#p221127:
Drove to Indiana where I was reacquainted with standing in front of a judge.
"You shall be remanded to the garage for a term of four and one half hours."
That's what I said to the judge.
The judge had no choice but to comply.
She loves her little white convertible Beetle, her charming little Beetle with the delinquent little distributor advance that went all cuckoo and was threatening to harm her valiant but tired little 1600 engine.
We decided upon a diversion program whereupon the advance unit was ordered to cease and desist and henceforth be rendered inoperative with two golf tees in the vacuum lines. Now the engine has just centrifugal advance, and it seems fine.
I must go finish up the andrewtf Supersaga Of The New Itinerants this morning, then drive to locoqueso in Grayslake IL this afternoon, fix the infamous oil leak forever and always tomorrow, and write another epistle as soon as I get the chance.
Colin