Aftermath

Just in case anyone is still reading this blather and wondering what happened, I thought I'd follow-up with the latest.

I took the van in to the shop and had her checked over. She got a clean bill of health! The trans seems to have survived the ordeal. They gave me a list of things that will need looking after in the future but it just had the usual stuff like brakes, tires, etc.

So it looks like we got away clean. The old beer-hauler and the old fart live on to party together another day!

Since my return I've been working diligently in the garage, trying to get things squared away. It's looking pretty good compared to what it was like previously.

Come hell or high water, it will be squared away this summer!

Took the Ural out a few times and am quite pleased with it. It has a lot of power and Susan rated the ride for the passenger as much improved over the old hack. She misses the windshield so I may build some sort of screen for it when I get the workspace set up in the garage.

It keeps coming back to that garage, huh?

This is the big tourist week here in Bandon, the run-up to the 4th of July, a big dog show and the annual fireworks show.

I like living in a town that people actually spend money to come to on vacation.

It makes me think I'm on to something.

Along with the other tourists, my sister, bro-in-law and their dog are in town.

It seems bro-in-law Tom took a liking to my old hack when I was staying with them down in California. So much so that he ended up buying a new one for himself. He's already put more miles on his than I have on mine!

So anyway, he brought his Ural along and we'll be riding the local roads for the next few days. We also have some off-road days planned so we can make sure the 2 wheel drive option works on our bikes.

His bike is painted in arctic camo which is black, gray and dirty snow color. It's really a beautiful paint scheme.

I guess I'll just keep this blog running until I run out of space or things to prattle on about. Right now though, the Margarita I had at dinner is putting me to sleep. That's what happens to old guys. One drink and ...plonk.

Thanks for reading...talk to ya later.... pictures to follow...