Out with the old, in with the older. The same day I sold the motorcycle (the same transaction, in fact), I became the proud new owner of a dilapitated but solid 1977 Chevrolet camper van. It has an extended roof, and I can walk it’s length inside without touching my head.
It was a straight trade for the bike, Or rather, officially, I bought the van for the same sum of money the previous owner bought my motorcycle for. I don’t know what he was thinking. This van has twice as many wheels, and certainly will be worth more in the scrap metal market.
It is a little rough around the edges, and after I took these photos I spent half a day scrubbing it (and left it with plenty more to do) but it was funner than fun. I also replaced the pasenger side triangle window – which, two owners ago, had been broken and patched up with duct tape. I had some harrowing moments – the entire window rolling mechanism came apart within the door and had to be rebuilt by my big awkward hands twisting in funny angles while I peered down the slit the window usually disappears into, but I reigned supreme in the end.
I love that kind of stuff (at least, the times I don’t break something worse than when I started). The last time I felt this kind of high was when I replaced the clutch on the motorcycle (sigh).
The propane regulator has to be replaced. I don’t think it’ll be any problem firing up the stove once that’s done, but I worry a little about the furnace and the fridge. I almost hope they don’t work – then I get to fix’em!
When we moved here, we decided we wanted to take advantage of the fact we’re now on Vancouver Island.
There are a lot of cool places to go in a van like this, all within the confines of our fair isle. The day after I acquired the van, we drove it to French Beach. It was beautiful.
Julie found a giant mushroom – at least a foot across.
The driftwood the surf had pushed up a little creek was steaming in the waning daylight.
So, nomorcycle, but come next summer, we’ll be in camping heaven!