. . . and his famous dog too:
I was there to do the usual . . .
spring plate bushings:
. . . but Hippie and I were treated to an awfully tight confine as we battled to reinstall the spring plates in their correct orientation. Apparently, the '69 buses are a bit less inclined to forgive us our trespasses against their emergency brake cables. Eventually we had to release the cable adjustment nuts to get the wheel bearing housings to clear the spring plates:
You have to listen carefully to catch Hippie's dry droll humor, but you are well-rewarded when you do . . . some little muse about we ought to present Bill Gates a car run by Windows, "brake file not found".
We were buzzing on coffee and doughnuts and listening to an 80's retrospective on the radio with a little Ipod interlude that was lovesick for Bob Dylan. The dogs did not mind:
Meanwhile, chitwnvw was puttering about his Maupin-acquired bus that looks like a twin to Vdubtech's RustyBus:
I left the house around 9:30PM to head up to Minneapolis, came back at 10:30PM to pick up my laptop that I left behind (ahh duh), and camped at the border of Iowa and Minnesota. Then the rains and the winds came. This morning, the winds developed a very urgent easterly blast, and the skies darkened very rapidly, and I thought " I want to leave the Interstate right NOW." So I ducked into a Shell station and almost got pasted by the door into the store. The winds were whipping. Got back on the Interstate . . . and not 1/2 mile up from the exit was this fresh wind-blown result:
