Pretty uneventful few days as we just continue tooling along in a southerly direction. Last week I mentioned 150 miles as being our daily limit, but now that we’re in warmer weather and not in such a hurry in the mornings, we’re realizing that the number is more along the lines of 80 to 100 miles.
I haven’t talked about it, because it hasn’t been an issue, but the bus has performed great these first couple of weeks. The only hiccup was that dead battery on day one. Since then not a single problem. The engine still has that hesitation when it is cold, and I’ve got a few things I want to do to try and alleviate that as well as maybe squeeze a little more out of the MPG—which remains at 8, or 7.8 if you want to get technical. And we really want to get the solar panels set up soon too so we can begin getting off the grid. But these first two weeks have been nice, just easing into the new home and the new lifestyle.
Found this little beauty hiding underneath the bus near the gas tank a while ago. Apparently they just throw fuel filters in anywhere—there is one in the engine compartment as well. Changed it out today. Looked clean.
A few days ago I changed the oil and filter. It was the first time I changed the filter because it’s the first time I’ve gone underneath the bus in temperatures above freezing. Anyway, I’d just like to say that there is a special place in hell reserved for people who over tighten oil filters. I eventually had to go with the old “pound the screwdriver through it” method of removal. But even with that I was basically tearing the filter in half before it finally let loose.
Sometimes I really have to laugh at just how committed Ali and I are to the idea that people are good, and if you’re good too, then what’s the problem?
I didn’t think one thing about pulling into this parking lot yesterday for a 12 pack of beer. We were out, and the store’s sign said beer—end of story. Only tonight, looking through pictures, do I realize how ridiculously out of place I must have looked climbing out of our big blue bus and walking across the parking lot in my t-shirt and baseball cap.
Even funnier is that I had a conversation with the guy sitting there next to the garbage can about the bus. What year, what model, what engine.
Inside, on my way to the cooler at the back, I passed a group of women browsing the wigs, talking and laughing. Half the store was devoted to wigs. They don’t even mention that on the sign out front.
In the beer cooler I found a wide assortment of domestic 40s. What? No IPA? All right, Coors it is. Desperate times, desperate measures, and all that.
Back outside Lowe was sitting in the drivers seat honking the horn and laughing hysterically.
This is me trying to do a little bit of work on the bus. See those little green things on the ground? Water balloons being dropped on me while I was underneath. I was also being tied up while I was under there. I’m pretty sure the kids needed help on both fronts—Alison.