2021 – STILL in covid lockdown…

I don’t want to beat a dead horse (how disgusting, but was there ever a time when that was an actual thing literally??) but covid is irritating. How can life come to such a halt based on data that can’t possibly be mathematically reliable?

Anyway, looks like I will have to keep it local this summer with the bus, I had wanted to take some long road trips but I’ll have to wait I guess. I’ve been out a bit, Jake my dog actually gets annoyed if I take the bus out on the road and I don’t invite him to sit in HIS seat as co-pilot as evidenced by my third son regaling me with tales of Jake-woe, whining and moaning until I get back from a solo trip.

Jake sits in his seat and blows his eyelids wide open with his head out the window. I imagine it looks pretty funny from someone passing me on the passenger side of the bus, with said fluffy white dog joy riding his head in the wind, blinking furiously against the gusts pushing his eyes wider than doggedly possible. All that’s missing is his tongue dangling out of the side of his mouth and he’d be a wee white Marmaduke.

Day trip to Port Stanley. House cleaning needed in here, but a warm hot cocoa with this little fellow on my lap while staring at the distant lake is a wonderful way to spend a few hours.

I also recently was riding my cool beans Honda 500x motorcycle with a riding buddy and came across some people who were driving in tandem, one ‘71 VW green bus and one ‘84 westy. I’ve since made friends with these people and we rode to St Mary’s to meet a couple of other bay window bus people.

That’s it there. A 2020. It’s a pretty fun ride, although it scares the crap out of me each time I get on it, but it’s too fun to stop.
It’s like Volkswagen Christmas with the red and green, and then theres my beat up, rat rod paint job, or more accurately LACK of paint job bus. Seamus is like the kid who went to school and never showered or brushed his hair. Well that’s me except I do shower, brushing hair, not so much. The Green one is a 71, the red one is a 72, and my ‘black front, but multi coloured rusty’ one is a 75.
See that cool blue westy? The owner is from Spain and has driven all over and he also possesses a ton of mechanical knowledge. We stopped at Firestation Coffeehouse in Wortley Village, London.

If covid would go take a long walk off a short pier, I’d say I’ve got some fun times ahead with these cool ‘bus people’. The Bus People… has a nice yet slightly ‘watch out these people are unpredictable and weird’ ring to it. Or maybe it’s just me. 🙂

Point Clark (and beyond)

I had an impromptu road trip which I had planned to only be one night, but it ended up being three. Point Clark was my destination, about 30 minutes north of Goderich. My first trip to this lighthouse proved to be a beautiful surprise as the remote town possessed a prize lighthouse on it’s Lake Huron shore.

The ‘point’ is quite a busy little area for the locals, who can be seen fishing, cycling, or walking their dogs and it’s also a place to visit. On the weekend I saw a tour bus of some kind pull in. It should be noted, this is not an authorized place to park a camper overnight. Should you attempt it, you may be woken by police who will tell you to move along elsewhere.

The sunset here is worth seeing on a clear night, with some stringy clouds (the clouds provide some beautiful refracted light). I had taken in orange, pink, and purplish colours while I was there.

I chatted with a local artist who has retired here from Toronto who came up to me to compliment me on my bus. ‘Seamus’ is a magnet for unique and interesting people and most people who come up to chat with me about this VW relic are those who appreciate the odd and artistic nature of life. Friendly people tend to be the kind who connect with me when I’m in the bus and I realize I am privileged to be a part of an automobile that belongs to such a ‘club’.

Seamus has been the impetus for adventure and a fisher of those who have a curious mind. It should also be noted, not everyone loves an old VW bus. Some people think Seamus is ugly with all it’s rust and weird outer colourings. And it can be quite stinky (of oil and gas). To those people I say, the VW gene is not for everyone!

Damn Covid

Well shoot. Covid is a serious drag. It seems I’m restricted to little day trips. And so, my favorite place so far for that is Bayfield Ontario.

I’ve claimed a corner spot in the shade by the water for the day and have done some work and enjoyed the sounds of water and people frolicking (yes frolicking ) in the lake. With Geese.

I love the marina and the pretty sail boats floating around off in the distance. And now for a wee bit of shut eye… with jake.

Rosy glow of red buffalo plaid. Best colour ever.

Early spring 2020

Well, I’ve been chomping at the bit to get out on the road, watching the salt levels and as soon as they roads are clean I’m out. I have a new co-captain… my 14 yr old dog Jake, a Bichon-Poodle mix.

I’m looking forward to some road trips with Jake since last year I did not take him with me anywhere. Assuming we’re allowed to go anywhere in the midst of Covid19 and all the social distancing that is mandated. If there are travel restrictions in effect this summer, I’ll have to stick to Canada only destinations.

I’m loving the new interior decor and can’t wait to break in my new garbage pail toilet, a big upgrade from last year’s Pampered Chef microwave steamer chamber pot.

Bring on 2020 and all the potential weirdness that may ensue.

Interior upgrade in the works

Well it’s winter and MAN do I ever miss driving in my gasoline soaked oxygen bus. This year I invested in an outdoor garage to store the bus in so I could keep the ice off it. The locks are old and cranky and really don’t like winter. Aside from the salt on these Ontario roads, the mere freezing air is enough to keep me from driving it because there is no heat to speak of. I have worn ski pants while driving in the spring or late fall though, which works but makes it look weird when I get out of the bus in a busy parking lot and everyone else is dressed in jeans like a normal person.

Anyway, back to my newly interior-decorated upgrade! Oh my, just wait until you see this beauty. The outside still looks like a rusty dogs breakfast (which I love by the way and have no intention of changing), but the inside will be akin to a lovely log cabin decked out in red buffalo plaid.

That’s my wee dog Jake. I haven’t taken him on any long journeys but on a few short ones. He sits like a king on his throne trygin to stick his nose through the screen to smell all there is to smell outside. I sewed all the curtains and made that cool tree pillow cover. Im working on making my own little ‘chair’ from high density foam and covering that as well in a combo of these fabric designs. The front seat cushions (which are just thin patio chair cushions) are currently green but I will cover those in plaid as well. More pics will follow but this is a beautiful interior. The only thing missing is a bearded man carrying an axe.

I’m counting down the weeks until the last salt is washed away from the roads and you’ll see Seamus out there on the roads polluting up the air while driving frustratingly slow. If you’re behind this ol’ bus, you’ll want to pass just to get out of the exhaust stream. But it’s so worth it. If you see me on the road, drop me a line and take a pic and send it. 🙂 Cheers

Laundry day

So today is the day my ‘hamper’ is full, mind you it does not take much to fill it. A pair of pants, a top, some socks and underwear and maybe a tea towel and its time to do laundry. I pulled out my R2D2 unit and got my utility water ready.

In my bus I have a large bpa free water container with a spout that I use for bathing and for washing whatever needs washing. When I do laundry i use 3/4 of this large container so need to refill it before I hit the road again.

Fill up the unit to approximately half full (there is a line inside the tub to guide this measurement), add soap to the top in the 5ml divot in the white steel ball lid, cover up and start pedalling.

I love this thing. What I do is step on the pedal a few times to make sure all the clothes are wet then let it soak a bit, pedal a bit, soak a bit, etc. Which I feel gives the clothes time to de-stink and get clean. Overall I pedal for about 20 minutes total without the wait times.

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I usually brace the other side with my other foot to keep the machine steady. You can pedal this unit pretty fast especially when you’re spinning the clothes dry after a rinse cycle and it needs to be stabilized, which I do with a hug type hold. I also don’t put my full weight on it as it is not designed to hold up a person. So I’m careful to be aware of not stressing out the housing of the R2 unit.

Wash cycle, one normal water level rinse cycle and one small quick rinse to remove any excess soap and its time to hang them on the clothes line in the bus! While I drive, these clothes dry in a couple of hours and I’m able to take them off the line.

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The bus got a full cleaning out as well, taking everything out, sweeping and reorganizing for the next leg of my trip. And… my bedding all got washed! It’s all fresh, and I’m all fresh, Seamus and I are almost ready to take off towards Saulte Saint Marie, Ontario, then on to Tobermory and down beside the lake to London Ontario.

 

 

Seamus Does Wisconsin

August 24th me and Seamus ventured out towards Wisconsin via Chicago. Destination: Eau Claire. My apprehensions about Seamus blowing up from overheating were very real and I imagined I would be stranded on the side of the road in some po-dunk part of the US with a seized engine and nothing but my knitting to keep me company.

With new tires, full oil and a newly re-attached voltage regulator I was packed up and gone by 6am, headed for the Sarnia border. Then ten minutes in I realized I had NO cash on hand either in Canadian or US currency, so I pulled off the highway before leaving Canada to get some cash and as soon as I crossed the border and stopped for gas I took out some American cash.

First observation: Americans are aggressive and discourteous drivers as a whole. I was cut off more times than I can count and nearly side swiped several times, which angered me given the relic vehicle I was driving. I thought driving in Toronto was bad but compared to here, Toronto drivers are lovingly patient and safe (which they are not).

Crossing the Blue Water Bridge:

The bank I went to in the US is “the fifth third bank”, which had me re-reading the name several times trying to make sense of the name. Then I saw that the logo was “5/3” and it made a bit more sense, but not much. Every time I come to the US I feel like an alien. I don’t seem to know how anything works. I always think Canada and the US are so similar but really we are not. Buying gas here requires me to pre-pay inside, then go out and pump the gas. We don’t do this in Canada, its pump and go in the North!

Driving through Illinois was Illannoying! There is a toll station so frequently that I can barely get the bus up to 60 miles an hour before having to pull off again and pay another $1.50. I could barely wait to get into Wisconsin just so I could make better time not having to pull off and pay a toll every 5 minutes.

The bus needs to cool off about every 3 hours, not because it has broken down by driving longer, but because I feel like it needs a rest. I find I am unwilling to push it too far beyond what I have already, not wanting to tempt fate into giving me a breakdown. On a gas note, higher octane makes the engine run more smoothly and when I turn off the ignition it does not sputter for an additional billion seconds like some dying cow hanging on to life with its hooves.

Just after one of the billions of Illinois toll stations, I pulled over and put my feet up for half an hour while Seamus cooled off, with open engine hatch to speed the cooling off period a bit. I also had to pee so made use of my unique patented system (not really) but it is neat. More to come on that later.

By about 7:30 pm or so I realized I was not going to make it all the way to Eau Claire. I had already been driving for so long. I needed to find a safe place to pull over and sleep.

I find the signs on the side of the highway a bit redundant and obvious. Things like “avoid rear end collisions” and “Stay on road” seem to be stating what anyone with a license should already be doing. Then the sign that said “highway, do not follow” seemed confusing. It was in a construction zone and I think it meant to NOT follow the highway because it was being diverted from its normal pathway. Duly noted.

My all time favourite thing about driving the bus is that now and then someone will give me a salute, thumbs up, head nod, or will straight up yell “I love the bus” in affirmation. Seamus makes people smile. At least once a trip I am asked if he is for sale. Hells bells no he’s not. He’s mine all mine!

So, I looked on my map for a green blob of colour on my route and came up with the Rock Cut State Park in Illinois, just south of Madison Wisconsin. I drove there and asked if they had a place I could park my bus and sleep and for 12$ I got a front row seat to the lake.

It was a beautiful sleep. The next day I woke up and drove to Madison where I met a friend for coffee and a photo of me beside the iron statue of Hans somebody, a well sculpted specimen of man. His beard was well shaped.

Madison is a pretty city, with water in it and nice buildings in the capital square. After coffee was done, I headed off to Eau Claire. And now I am in bed, a real bed, ready to sleep.

 

Finally home (again)

On February 23, 2019 I was finally able to pick Seamus up from the VW specialist, complete with safety papers, a licence plate (another one, since I left the first set I bought 2 hours away in my house and had to go to the ministry to buy a second set for the trip home) and snacks for me to eat while driving. I can’t wait for winter to end so I can get in this bus and drive it around. And special thanks to my friend Ed who picked me up at almost the crack of morning (but a bit later than that) to drive me all the way to Welland to pick Seamus up.

The trip home was freezing. Despite the massive amount of dollars I spent on a defrost system (and heat system) which is required for it to pass the safety, the term ‘heat’ is not as one would expect. Heat in the bus consists of barely enough of a trickle spilling onto the windscreen to keep it defrosted. This is not a winter vehicle. My ankles were near frozen off my legs after 3 hours driving home. I only went about 80 kms / hour so as not to tax the bus too much, so what was a 2 hour drive there, was at least a 3 hour drive back home. I was high on fumes and had a two day headache, I’m sure I’m a few brain cells short as well but I’m over the moon. It’s my bus and I love it, and who needs heat in the summer? And I’ll be driving with the windows down in the summer so I don’t need to worry about the fumes either.

This is him in my driveway. I started him up a week after I got him home and he grumbled and complained, but started with some coaxing. LOVE does not describe how I feel about this darn bus.

Seamus at a VW specialist!

I decided Seamus needs someone who really ‘gets’ how he ticks (if only we were all so lucky). So, he’s been towed to ‘John’s Bug Shop’, in Welland. It’s a long way away but I had several conversations with Bill, one of the staff there and felt they were in a great position to get him where he should be so I can take him on a real adventure, and more importantly, get him properly safetied and roadworthy.

 

So I rode in the truck all the way up, with the nice tow man who secured Seamus to the truck to keep him steady and secure. It was a long ordeal from start to finish: 4:30-7:30 in total. But Seamus was parked and I opened up all the doors and sat inside working until my ride came to pick me up (Thanks again Ed!). If the shape of the other two buses on the lot there are any indication, Seamus will be running smoothly in no time. Take a look at Seamus’ new friend.

This yellow bus is just like Seamus, but with a different top that appears to be a ‘pop top’. And so at approximately 9:30 pm, I left Seamus in the lot to wait for the shop to open the next day when some skilled VW docs could get up in his business and tell me whats what. Had a great chat meeting with Caleb who works there and has his own relic Beetle Bug.

And so…. now I wait! My driveway looks terrible without Seamus.

Seamus at the ‘doctor’

Well, this morning Seamus had to go the doctors and have his body checked out. 8AM bright and early. He needs some work! The front axle is in desperate need of replacing so the hunt for parts is on. Looks like we are grounded so to speak. No real out of town drives until this work gets done. Take a look:

Thanks to the people at ProTireCraft here in London. They were gentle with my geriatric Seamus and shared my appreciation for how beautiful he is. So, for now, Seamus is in my driveway and I go out and sit inside the bus and enjoy the atmosphere and wonder how many people have sat in there as I have. 43 years of people inside the bus. I’m honoured to be the newest owner of this metal box of history.