I was all fired up to get a new-ish van when I realized what we really need around here is a new car for baby-mama.
She does a lot of driving around, ferrying art and art supplies, and her pickup truck wasn't up to the task. She's been soldiering on for years with it though. So I put my van plans on hold and finagled a deal to get her a slightly used hatchback that she really likes.
It's not a complete loss for me as I now inherited her Toyota pickup. It has a camper shell on the back and after some cleaning and shining up, the old girl looks pretty darn good! It has the small 4 cylinder engine, cruise control and a pretty good stereo too. So I'm tooling around town in style, listening to Sam & Dave sing 'Soul Man' on the CD player.
I'll have to do a camping trip to see how things work out. The truck is an Xtracab so there's room behind the seats and the bed is a little over 6 feet long. I can set up my sleeping bag, etc. back there. This is do-able.
I gave my old van to my brother as he has the bug for a home-brewed camper now.
Well, we'll see what happens next. It's never what I expect, is all I can say...
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
As Alfred, Lord Tennyson sez...
Spring has finally arrived here on the farthest west portion of the continental USA. Blue skies, grass so green it hurts your eyes, everything in bloom and Claritan sales picking up over at Tiffany's Drugs.
As Al Lord T. once wrote, "In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love."
I seem to remember something like that in my youth but now that I'm an old geezer my thoughts are turning in a direction the old Lord T. may never have imagined.
I need a new van!
Those who know me understand that I don't mean a 'new' van but rather a van new to me.
My trusty 1990 GMC Safari, Brunhilda, is getting long in the tooth and needs me to either start fixin' stuff or get off the pot. She was a stalwart companion on my 10,000 mile cross country odyssey a few years back and still continues to run, although I'm hearing her whine a bit. Her only drawback is she's just a little too small inside for me to stretch out in luxury.
So here I am searching Craigslist for something cool. And old school. Above all, it must be cool. Something like Mr. T's van in "The A-Team." That's just the way I roll.
So the search is on for a 70s or 80s Chevrolet, GMC, Dodge or Ford van (in that order), so I can bust out this year in search of my love in shag-rugged glory, tie-dyed curtains shimmering through the porthole windows, CB dialed in on channel 19..."Breaker. breaker. this is Red Dog asking anyone in range where I can find some good pie!"
As Al Lord T. once wrote, "In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love."
I seem to remember something like that in my youth but now that I'm an old geezer my thoughts are turning in a direction the old Lord T. may never have imagined.
I need a new van!
Those who know me understand that I don't mean a 'new' van but rather a van new to me.
My trusty 1990 GMC Safari, Brunhilda, is getting long in the tooth and needs me to either start fixin' stuff or get off the pot. She was a stalwart companion on my 10,000 mile cross country odyssey a few years back and still continues to run, although I'm hearing her whine a bit. Her only drawback is she's just a little too small inside for me to stretch out in luxury.
So here I am searching Craigslist for something cool. And old school. Above all, it must be cool. Something like Mr. T's van in "The A-Team." That's just the way I roll.
So the search is on for a 70s or 80s Chevrolet, GMC, Dodge or Ford van (in that order), so I can bust out this year in search of my love in shag-rugged glory, tie-dyed curtains shimmering through the porthole windows, CB dialed in on channel 19..."Breaker. breaker. this is Red Dog asking anyone in range where I can find some good pie!"
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