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.

Trip to Port Burwell

Seamus loves the water. We drove to Port Burwell to show off his beautiful rust/paint patina. No I’m not intending to paint him anytime soon, I love him as he is.  The drive was lovely, sunny skies and a stop at A and W for a teen burger.

I’ve discovered I’m in a club now. Other classic car owners wave at me and Seamus. Some people give the thumbs up on the road. This bus is a classic. I’ve had two old men tell me they saw Seamus at Woodstock. And if they were in my bus back then, I don’t want to know what they did in my camper bed back there!

I’m still tryign to figure out how to use the wiper fluid and wipers. Well I know how to turn on the wipers but how to get the fluid out? Or where to put the fluid in? There are some dead bugs on the window that need to come off. Ewwww.

I’m planning my first overnight in Seamus soon too. As soon as the nights stop being hot as hell!

“Seamus” has a new home!

Well, I finally have the bus, give or take a few admin chores. Huge thanks to my new VW brother Steve for trusting me with this treasure. And a huge thanks to Ed for driving me all the way to pick it up. I was so excited to get the keys I was on the verge of peeing my pants, cussing with glee, and crying. Since April 1, when I put down the deposit I have done nothing but think about this wonderful bus. I’ve worked up to 4 jobs in the last three months to pay for it and borrowed a bit of money from my baby daddy.

Obtaining permits to sell snacks is not as easy as I had hoped but I havne’t given up yet. And I’m hoping to organize my first little charity run in the coming summer.

Below is the bus and I:

Seamus went for a 175 mile ride on day one so I could drive him to my sons pre-wedding parent lucheon. It was a sweet ride and my cheeks hurt from smiling.

The Genesis of the next chapter in my life

This is the very beginning. Of what? My mid-life crisis… no my mid-life epiphany accompanied by the coolest automobile – my almost new (to me) – almost mine – 1975 VW Camper Bus!

The beginning of it all stemmed from the wad of cash I had stocked up in my pocket from recently living in my own basement and renting out my upstairs to friends. The desire to decrease my own square footage for simplicity of living and the desire to create more time for life and adventure was the impetus for this move. The result: a highly packed lower lever of my house where my two younger sons live with me half the time. It’s relatively cramped but we’ve adjusted and my sons are good sports and very supportive.

Bring on the bus because I’m ready for wherever it takes me!