greatbear: (oh schnapp)
Automotive advertising is inescapable. It has been for at least a century. Print, billboards, television, even entire movies and TV series have been thinly disguised advertising vehicles (see what I did there?) for the automobile industry the world over. Some are clever, some are annoying, some are so pompous as to not even show the actual car (looking at you, Infiniti). But all of these ads have one thing in common. They introduce new marques and models. The latest, if not greatest, things. The shiny stuff of dreams and dealer showrooms. Macho truck ads. Those you-have-arrived spots for luxury models. Snow flying off of SUVs. Tire smoke and speed for the sports and muscle cars. You know the drill. Many of those cars and trucks are familiar to lots of people, being made for decades. Honda Accords. Toyota Corollas. Chevy Impalas. Ford F-150s. Sure, some nostalgia creeps in, and the new models pay homage in styling or in resurrected models from their heydays past. Still, it's all meant to get feet into the showrooms and butts in leather trimmed seats. No one would ever advertize an old model, or even yet, spend screen time and print space telling people some vehicle is going to end production, not to be replaced with something new, would they?

Well, if you are Volkswagen, a brand familiar to just about everyone on the planet, and the vehicle is the Type 2, aka Kombi, better known as the Bus stateside, a sight seen on roads the world over for over a half century, an icon of pop culture and counterculture everywhere, sometimes a good run has to come to an end. Rather than silently letting the model die off as the industry is known to do, it is instead a cause for celebration, even if it is bittersweet. Still being produced in Brazil much the same as it had been at the start, the last models rolled off the production like in September, 2013, ending an era of automotive production of a particular model since, well, that other bug-shaped car from VW. This is a sendoff, a goodbye, a farewell, but, oh, what a wonderful sendoff it is. Betcha never got choked up at a car ad before.



I think practically anyone old enough to drive has memories of these quirky buses, even if they never owned one or knew someone with one. Thing is, despite no longer being made, there will be another half century filled with people who will know of the humble Type 2/Kombi/Bus. This touching tribute has stops all over the world, including practically my back yard, in Baltimore. They are still quite plentiful in these parts.
greatbear: (forearms)
First off, I have to thank everyone who left notes of concern and encouragement in my last post. The past several days, leading up to and after the anniversary have been rough, no doubt about it. I lost my 'true' family in one fell swoop, and it's devastating. I've been trying to learn that 'family' can go beyond blood relatives. I have Jeff's extended family, most of whom welcome me as one of their own. I have a few close friends throughout the years as well. And I have my Livejournal friends. Many of you I have never met in person (though I want to, believe me). So many of you brighten my day via your posts in so many ways. To have you guys and gals send some kind words truly means a lot. I don't feel so alone.

Trying to fend off depressive feelings and be useful has been the order of the day for a while now. My upcoming vacation with Jeff to Provincetown next week has been a huge motivation. On Thursday I came home to find that the windshield fairies paid a visit to the house while I was at work and replaced busted windshields in the truck and the Mini. Granted, I have no idea of the glass installers' orientation, so maybe calling them fairies is a bit presumptive. The insurance company made it easy for me to have the glass replaced under the comprehensive policy, a few phone calls with some unusually pleasant and helpful people from the insurer as well as the installers made what could have been a bit of an ordeal a nice surprise, especially given my background mindset and preoccupations. I came home from work to find two shiny new windscreens. The MINI's glass was sandblasted badly, despite it's relatively young age. A hard hit finally started a crack, and it wasted no time creeping across the glass. The truck's glass had been busted (from top to bottom, and in several isolated places) for a while, and I figured I'd be better off replacing it before the trip to stave off any potential eager constabulary from writing me up an inspection/safety tickie. No, I dont want to have anything spoiling the trip.

More work on the truck involved installing a three gauge pod on the dash, fixing burned out and darkened bulbs in the instrument cluster, replacing the onboard charger, cleaning things up, and installing the Star Trek horns. The latter does make people stop and look around. To make the trip a bit more comfortable I replaced my old Activator II time-based trailer brake controller with a Tekonsha P3 proportional controller. No more feeling kicked in the ass every time I let off the brakes with a trailer attached. Should be a lot safer as well. For something as mundane as a brake controller, the thing comes with a GUI. Unreal.

Since P-Town is best navigated on foot or by bicycle, I pulled out our two bikes and gave them a much needed tuneup. Mine was having perpetually flat tires; the last trip to pick up inner tubes netted me ones with Presta valves rather than Shraders. Since I have no adaptors to make use of those, I needed to get the proper tubes. While assessing what needed to be done, I inflated what was already on the bike. Filled the back tire, everything looked good, only need a tube, no tire. The front was next. Tire flopping on the rim. Air it up for inspection, all's well. Get set to check it out and I am greeted with "fffffPOW!!" as the tire slips off the rim and the tube explodes from the tire. I drop what I am doing, head to the bike shop at Dick's and get three new tubes (one spare), two bells and a light set for Jeff's ride. Come home, clean up everything, replace the tubes, tune up and lubricate everything then hit the street for test rides. The good news is I can still hit about 30mph. The bad news is that it ain't for long, unlike my younger days. Ah, well, it's not like I'll be racing in Provincetown. Two shiny bikes for the week. As I put them away, I noticed a bulge beginning to show up on the front tire of Jeff's bike. I guess that will have to be taken care of too. fffffPOW!!

Been making use of the new laptop. I set it up along with the scanner in the trailer this afternoon just to be different and began scanning the few dozen photos that Jeff's mom gave me to digitize to load into the digital photo frame we got her for Mother's Day. I plan on getting a similar frame for myself to show the countless photos of Mom that I have.

My only worry regarding the trip is the tires on the trailer. I made the 'mistake' of googling the brand ("Mission") after noticing they are made in China. I did not find anything encouraging. Even though I had no issues with the tires, all I have read are horror stories of blowouts on tires that have little use. Then comes recent news of a big tire recall involving several off-brand tires made in China (though not these, different village sweatshop manufacturer). Apparently, safety testing, quality control and integrity are lost on some people. This is what the cost of 'low prices always' brings us, along with governments being lobbied into allowing the various industries to regulate themselves. Le sigh.

If you made it this far, you probably missed the teal deer.

Look for an upcoming post regarding a LJ 'get-together' at P-Town. Details to follow, but it's looking like a Tuesday lunch bash at our place. Would love to see yas!
greatbear: (forearms)
The weekend was a nicely productive one. Spent most of it working in the yard along with Jeff, weeding, mulching, planting. Today prior to cutting grass, I moved a tarp that had blown off a pile of random firewood that ended up in the lawn. Two snakes slithered out, keeping me in their gaze. The snakes didnt bother me, what did was the patch of 'earth' under the tarp that resembled a huge ant colony. After grabbing the snakes and tossing them into my neighbor's weedpatch yard (I did not want to be making sectional snakes with the tractor, and, unlike Jeff, I dont mind having snakes around) I dug around in the loamy earth looking for ants and found none. Now, unless this is something that the snakes had done (nesting? I'm no Samuel L. Jackson expert when it comes to snakes, I just know the difference between a snake I can pick up or one I should avoid) I think this might indicate a subterranian termite colony or something bad. I hope not. I'll be keeping an eye around the area just in case. Anyone in my readership have any ideas?

Today was an unsettling day for me for the first half. I was bumming about the loss of Mom (as usual), couple that with Memorial Day, some very bad news I read on LJ earlier and the fact that I seemed to be running over landscape rocks due to my failing eyesight and getting slapped with low hanging tree branches made me lose it and attack an offending tree by crashing the tractor into it repeatedly. Yeah, I get like this sometimes. With Jeff at work and my awkward headspace, I retreated into the new trailer where I had been earlier in the day. The a/c was on (gotta give it a trial run!) and it was quiet. I gathered my senses once again, by that time a good friend came over for a visit and I mostly reset my brain. Jeff came home, we had a nice dinner and I got more grass done until I somehow snagged a steel cable in the yard (dont ask) and had to take two of the three blades off the mower deck to untangle the mess. By that time it was too late to finish. Everything got put away and I have been taking it easy since.

I am finally getting the replacement wheel/tire for the Stratus delivered tomorrow. It's been on order since early March, and I'm actually happy, since the scheduled backorder receive had kept on getting pushed out, all the way to mid July. I have a spare wheel on order to prevent such nightmares from happening. I did the same for the MINI. There is a good chance that these extra wheels will sit in the garage until the cars are no longer with me. It's insurance.

I'm getting some gauges and other goodies for the truck. I either lost or had given away some gauges I had (namely trans temp and a voltmeter), so I bought replacements from Summit. I most likely wont receive them in time to install them prior to my shakedown cruise with the trailer next weekend, so I will not push the old truck too much over the mountains till I know things are not overheating below the floorboards.

I made a bumper sticker for the trailer:


"R V Having Fun Yet?" There seems to be a certain amount of bad punnery that goes with camping.

I have some long hours to put in this week, so it's time I hit the 'post' button and haul my ass to bed. G'nite.
greatbear: (forearms)
More elephantine schadenfreude: It seems VA Senator George Allen has seemingly overlooked telling Congress of his stock options. More Republican macaca monkey business. It just keeps getting more and more delicious.

Weekend was lots of garage work. Saturday, rebuilt the front end of Jeff's S-10 4WD to get through PA state inspection. helped assemble a new engine for a customer's truck while I was there, then came home, cleaned up, had dinner and went to see Open Season. Nice, light entertainment. Today was a take-it-easy day for a change, with a trip to Columbia Mall and to get groceries for the week. The Bloom grocery store has the most powerful hand dryer in their restroom. Powerful enough to dry your hands in less than ten seconds. They all should be like this. The new Apple store in the Mall was kinda fun. Must control urge to drink the kool-aid.

This week will be full of busy stuff at work, and hurried attempts to get things taken care of around the house as fall sets in. I have to get the new sheels for the MINI, and will get a new set of tires and wheels for the Stratus. Damn those undersized Michelins that last forever yet become harder than hockey pucks (and just as slippery). Gotta line up a decent contractor to re-roof the house and garage before winter this week as well. Being Hairy Harry Homeowner means unending upkeep. My problem is finding someone who can do the works as good as I can, which, to be quite honest, is very difficult. I'm not bragging, I just know what the job entails to be done right, and far too often so-called 'professionals' cut corners, rush or just dont know what they're doing. If I had an extra couple weeks off, I'd do the ordeal myself. Sadly, I dont, and I have far too much on my plate these days for such a project.

In all of the 'excitement' this week, there is a bright spot. On Tuesday, Jeff is going to pick up the new member of our family. Yep, we are getting another puppy. He's coming from the same breeder where we got Bear, so hopefully he will have similar temperament and disposition. I wont be able to see him till Friday though. I cant wait.

Profile

greatbear: (Default)
Phil

December 2016

S M T W T F S
    123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Mar. 11th, 2026 08:23 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios