Nuts! It looks like I am not going to get it all done. I had desperately been working feverishly to accomplish a certain number of items before our yearly trip to the Northwest (we are down to one or two trips per year now, because of what I like to refer to as ...
The ##@!#!@** Fuel Thing) . This week I am going to wrap things up (unfinished projects) and get it all cleaned up (bus AND shop) and make the necessary preparations for the trip and getting underway.
Somewhat frustrated, I did not get what it was that I wanted to do done, and that is always a snag in the machinery for me. But it will be there waiting for me when we get back, and we have both decided to not make any trips in 2012 other than say short weekenders (
something Van refers to as Stay-Cayshuns). We want to take some time and devote it to the house and the property here, spiff it up and make it a bit more enticing for a homestead.
In a small way, that is one of the benefits of this hobby.
The bus, as always, will be there, when I get ready to go back to it. I find that I do my best work when I am
motivated and not forced to do something, so I am going to shelve it for awhile. It has been a project that kind of morphed into an obsession with me, and I have to let it go, in order to keep what is left of my sanity.
So we are going to make this grand trip and swing out west, and then it is going to get parked in our shop for awhile. I the other hand will enjoy a couple of weeks (four or five) to wander around the nation’s highway, and much like a fly at the company picnic, see if I can find someone to irritate or amuse. As I am no longer a wage slave of never ending weeks I can get out occasionally and burn off copious amounts of fossil fuels in search of my own personal Nirvana. Time to find me a stretch of two lane and shoot me out to the Great Basin outside of Salt Lake, throw me under the train, tie me down to the track, let them big ol wheels roll over my back, I will have a smile on my face all the way to the promised land.
Just get me outta this place, if just for a short-while.
This weekend as is my habit, I had this thing I had written up it was entitled "
Around The Campfire" and it dealt with Cody, Wyoming, and bus people gathering to visit and tell old somewhat familiar lies, but I did not post it anywhere. At the last moment, I kind of got sidetracked by the television again. Some of the images they present, well, they just kind of drive me up the wall (on most days a very short trip).
Sky diver jumps off of a mountain ... then they crawl this do-dad across the bottom of the screen that reads ... do not try this (No problem!). Josephine has a crack in her windshield ... Sureglass will fix it. Free! Our “special resin enzymes are totally rocking the planet, they last longer than anything known to man! Here is the best part ... Josephine pays NOTHING her insurance picks up the tab (well duh? WHO do you think PAYS for Joeshine’s Insurance?). And my all time favorite for the weekend ... I am going to power-wash the deck! (Don’t even get me started).
Did You Know? Mental images can stimulate the human brain with the same power as events that are actually occurring. If this were not the case we could not argue with long dead relatives or masturbate. Right now, I am sitting here with a cup of coffee in my underwear writing this post, how's that for an image? The greeting "Hey, how are you?" is a popular method of saying hello. The person using it is not really interested in your current state of being. A way to punish them for this deception, and ensure it never happens again, is to answer, "Not so good, I just had an accident in my pants. Can you accompany me to the bathroom and help me tidy up?"
On any given day, most bus nuts will generate some kind of disturbing image (if only out of frustration).
This is why old geezers like myself, well, we need a nap in the afternoon. It is not something we secretly wish for or pine away during the day hoping it is gonna happen, it is a requirement to good mental health for the majority of us. A chance to slink a way to La-La-Land and the sweet surrender of unfettered sleep.
In my latest dream ... Big Jim lites up a cigarette and everyone in the room is horrified, this must be a terrible thing, but I fail to see where it would induce frightful images in the mind. Now if it were a beautifully painted up Detroit or Big Cam 600 Cummings, with chrome plated rocker covers and un-rusted exhaust pipes, steam cleaned and shining brightly, and some crackhead was keying up the side or spray painting a letter to his mother, that would be a different story altogether.
I would much rather dream of better things. Fresh paint on the body of the beast, new Armor-all on all the hoses, no grease … Ah, the dreams of man. This would be enough to induce slobber or at best, provide that deer in the headlight look on most men.
Unfortunately most dreams of my dreams are not of that pleasant nature.
Wonder what it would be like to have a dream about sponsoring a bus meet and then no one showing up?
Now that would be a nightmare eh?
Kudo’s to the people in Cody, Wyoming (Where the Real West begins), who put out the extra effort to put on what appears to be a rousing success and a good time. We should have been there ... They have a little slide show here if you want to look at some Bus Porn of the event as the truckers are fond of saying ..... "Brought yourself up there and take a look at it" ....
http://s1178.photobucket.com/albums/x377/dukedelmar/ A few more pictures can be found at the Eagle website, I tried to post the link and it conflicted with the other link, so as I am not
techno-savy, this will have to suffice. (Maybe Paul Lawry will upload it)
Watch those right handers ...
BCO
