5th Annual Deschutes River RendezVW - Maupin, Oregon
- patayres
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Sorry to hear you had problems, Bill. It was great to meet you guys... Kelly promises that she'll save a pillow for Paige next year.
I discovered a near failure after arriving home yesterday. Went to check the oil to see how much was used in the 90 mile return journey & was greeted with an inside-out belt that was nearly off the alternator pulley. Turns out the plastic alternator bolt cover worked its way out of the tin opening and onto the spinning belt... hacked off one of the plastic timing scale legs, somehow spun the belt inside-out, & wedged itself between the tin and fan pulley. Yikes. Sooooo if any of you peeps has an extra plastic cover burning a hole in yer pocket let me know
I discovered a near failure after arriving home yesterday. Went to check the oil to see how much was used in the 90 mile return journey & was greeted with an inside-out belt that was nearly off the alternator pulley. Turns out the plastic alternator bolt cover worked its way out of the tin opening and onto the spinning belt... hacked off one of the plastic timing scale legs, somehow spun the belt inside-out, & wedged itself between the tin and fan pulley. Yikes. Sooooo if any of you peeps has an extra plastic cover burning a hole in yer pocket let me know
1975 Westfalia Helsinki - 1800 EFI w/ Pertronix
1965 Singlecab - 1600dp
1965 Singlecab - 1600dp
- glasseye
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Following a main seal replacement and with less than 24 hours to departure, satchmo and Amskeptic roll the Vanagon's engine in to place.
They're not worried. They've done this before.
I watched.
The next morning, having convinced Amskeptic that I knew at least one road that was better than the Interstates he usually frequents, we all departed; Amskeptic and I taking "my" road southwards, satchmo westwards on a different mission.
Amskeptic made it clear that his was a solo run: "NO CANADIANS", he said. Besides, "I have to change my oil in Lewiston." Right. I left him at a turnout a few minutes from satchmo's place, a clever plan forming in my head.
See, I've done this road ("my road") several times before in various vehicles and I envisioned a perfect spot to shoot Amskeptic and the BobD along the way.
I fuelled up in Lewiston and, convinced that Amskeptic was still flat on his back at the turnout draining the last of his oil, I made a quick pleasure stop at a motorcycle store and proceeded towards my photo appointment with the BobD a hundred miles away.
Eventually, I found the spot, unloaded the cameras, made a few rehearsal shots, broke out the binoculars and a Sunny-D and settled down to wait for him to appear in the distance.
I waited.
I waited some more.
I timed the duration from when I first saw a vehicle in the distance to when it passed me. Ten minutes.
I shot some more rehearsals.
I watched some birds, but quickly returned the binoculars to the tiny bit of road where he would first appear, afraid I'd miss him.
I waited some more.
I ate some grapes.
He never appeared. I waited a full hour, convinced every minute that he was just around the corner.
But no.
He'd decided that the only way to make absolutely SURE that I wouldn't dog his tracks was to cancel his mythological oil change and blow outta Dodge, fast. All that time I waited? He was already long gone.
So I kept going. ALONE.
The closer I got to Maupin, the worse the weather. By late evening, it was closing in fast.
My just-installed side window got the leak-testing of its life. I drove the last two hours to Maupin in rain as heavy as I've ever seen, surrounded on all sides by lightning. By the time I pulled in to the campsite, it was completely dark and, as I rolled in, a weird Quasimodo figure attacked my windshield, yelling threats, hurling insults, pounding on Frito's hood.
Frito was carrying the beer.
They're not worried. They've done this before.
I watched.
The next morning, having convinced Amskeptic that I knew at least one road that was better than the Interstates he usually frequents, we all departed; Amskeptic and I taking "my" road southwards, satchmo westwards on a different mission.
Amskeptic made it clear that his was a solo run: "NO CANADIANS", he said. Besides, "I have to change my oil in Lewiston." Right. I left him at a turnout a few minutes from satchmo's place, a clever plan forming in my head.
See, I've done this road ("my road") several times before in various vehicles and I envisioned a perfect spot to shoot Amskeptic and the BobD along the way.
I fuelled up in Lewiston and, convinced that Amskeptic was still flat on his back at the turnout draining the last of his oil, I made a quick pleasure stop at a motorcycle store and proceeded towards my photo appointment with the BobD a hundred miles away.
Eventually, I found the spot, unloaded the cameras, made a few rehearsal shots, broke out the binoculars and a Sunny-D and settled down to wait for him to appear in the distance.
I waited.
I waited some more.
I timed the duration from when I first saw a vehicle in the distance to when it passed me. Ten minutes.
I shot some more rehearsals.
I watched some birds, but quickly returned the binoculars to the tiny bit of road where he would first appear, afraid I'd miss him.
I waited some more.
I ate some grapes.
He never appeared. I waited a full hour, convinced every minute that he was just around the corner.
But no.
He'd decided that the only way to make absolutely SURE that I wouldn't dog his tracks was to cancel his mythological oil change and blow outta Dodge, fast. All that time I waited? He was already long gone.
So I kept going. ALONE.
The closer I got to Maupin, the worse the weather. By late evening, it was closing in fast.
My just-installed side window got the leak-testing of its life. I drove the last two hours to Maupin in rain as heavy as I've ever seen, surrounded on all sides by lightning. By the time I pulled in to the campsite, it was completely dark and, as I rolled in, a weird Quasimodo figure attacked my windshield, yelling threats, hurling insults, pounding on Frito's hood.
Frito was carrying the beer.
"This war will pay for itself."
Paul Wolfowitz, speaking of Iraq.
Paul Wolfowitz, speaking of Iraq.
- ruckman101
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Joys of wi-fi, I think I have a spattering of photos to share wit youse.
Here's one Cheryle took of Static's evening lighting solution.
The next three were shots Ms Hambone (Erin) caught. Lotsa hoopin' going on, representing, and gasp, an inverter and a dremel tool can take it's toll on an aging battery.
And proof positive Bertha got us up to Crater Lake. My first visit. Only like seven to nine feet of snow still hanging about.
And proof Bertha yet again braved big boreals along northern California's lost coast.
Oh we is having some fun.
neal
Here's one Cheryle took of Static's evening lighting solution.
The next three were shots Ms Hambone (Erin) caught. Lotsa hoopin' going on, representing, and gasp, an inverter and a dremel tool can take it's toll on an aging battery.
And proof positive Bertha got us up to Crater Lake. My first visit. Only like seven to nine feet of snow still hanging about.
And proof Bertha yet again braved big boreals along northern California's lost coast.
Oh we is having some fun.
neal
The slipper has no teeth.
- IFBwax
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Just one question.. how was the beer tasting??
Sorry I had to miss it you guys. Really sucks.
Sorry I had to miss it you guys. Really sucks.
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- Mr Blotto
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Neal - damn I LOVE your bus - I always think it is saying "Yea? What's your problem buddy? Don't like my rusty patina? F-you! Don't like my missing hubcap? F-you! Don't like my oxidized paint? You guessed it....F-you!"ruckman101 wrote:
Oh we is having some fun.
neal
Your bus has a lot of chartacter. I have never met you, but I think you and your bus make a good pair - like it was meant to be. I wish I had that relationship with my bus.....
1978 Sage Green Westy - 2.0 FI - SOLD WITH 109887 miles
- hambone
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Thanks Mark!
Best Rendesvooussvw ever.
Best Rendesvooussvw ever.
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it balances on your head just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine
your brand new leopard skin pillbox hat
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it balances on your head just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine
your brand new leopard skin pillbox hat
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- MeyerII
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Kewl! I'll make an effort to show up next year. Ought to have the carbs done by then, at least.Xelmon wrote:Hammy did some playin', the Mark also did some playin'. I wasn't there for Saturday night, Friday night playing was really good however.MeyerII wrote:What was the stage for? Who played?
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- misszora
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So sorry you missed it! The beer was top notch..uh, I mean it was super sucky and you didn't miss a thing.IFBwax wrote:Just one question.. how was the beer tasting??
Sorry I had to miss it you guys. Really sucks.
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Dharma Bug - '69 VW Bug
The Vandejo - '74 VW Westfalia Poptop (former mom)
Dharma Bug - '69 VW Bug
The Vandejo - '74 VW Westfalia Poptop (former mom)