Post by Mark T on Mar 8, 2006 23:24:38 GMT 10
VC’s ……a scary obsession ?
I’ve spent the last three days (yes, I’m on leave) working on my 1953 Don caravan, in fact, a whole three days only working on one 2 square metre section of it , the rear, under the waistline. Why three days? Coz its been the biggest bastard of a job I’ve ever undertaken …..I blew the old paint off last week with the heat gun, that didn’t take long, but underneath, is this gluey, sticky, thick plastic bog-like-crap that’s about an 8th inch thick in places …….and the only way I’ve been able to shift it is with intense - concentrated heat with the heatgun on about a square centremetre section, then scrape the sticky shit off with a small scraper, then clean the scraper & move onto the next square centremetre.
And why am I doing this ……I’m stuffed if I know ? Do I have some sort of addiction to it, maybe I’m getting some sort of high from the sticky shit, but day after day, I’m out in the shed starting at 6:30 am to do this tedious job, and most of the rest of the van still has to be done ……. I don’t need this caravan, I have three others that are ready to “rock & roll”, plus one nearing completion of restoration that only needs the finishing touches ……I have no immediate plans for this Don caravan, so why why why ?
I can’t get the rear window out, the lead that’s been there for 53 years has moulded itself to the glass, more hours needed to chisel away at the lead to free the window …..there’s a small quantity of woodrot around a couple of the other window frames that need repair ……and the rear section that I’ve just spent three days on has some woodrot under where the No plate used to sit, and where the maneuver handles were screwed to the body, plus the ply has some chunky bits whereby the outta seal of the ply has worn away ….more work ……more time ……more frustration …….
One phone call is all it takes …..just one call, I even know the phone No without looking in the book …..to my mate with the tilt tray truck, he could pick up this nightmare from me within half an hour, and take it to the tip ….problem solvered & outta my life forever …………
Why don’t I make that call?
Its 38 degrees outside, I can here the neighbours having heaps of fun in their pool, I can hear the Ditzy daughters inside the house, in the air conditioning, laughing as they watch a funny movie, I’m underneath the rear of this van, the heat gun is blowing hot air everywhere, the sticky shit burns as big chunks of it flake and fly and burn my arm & legs ….its too hot to wear overalls …..another splash as one of the kids next door take a dive ……Oh shit, a burning bit of grain filler or whatever just got stuck between my foot & thong, burning painfully …..I’m too stupid to wear boots ……more laughter from inside the house ……what are people “WITH A LIFE ” doing today?
The FX’s menacing vertical grill is staring at me …..the FX is pissed off, I promised to take it to the car show in 8 days with the baby Don from Ballarat in tow, and I’m yet to finish fitting some flashy bits (accessories) to the car to brighten up its drab looking appearance …..its painted original Convoy grey. And the baby (10’)Don caravan, I’ve still gotta rethread its towball shaft with a die nut, and I gotta sort out some 6v lights for it …..Mr Plod isn’t going to be happy with a single tail/stop light ….and no trafficators. ……even though the car show is only about 10 mins from home .
More burns as yet more hot bits fly off the scraper straight onto my skin ….I’m sweating big time ……
Scrape scrape scrape ……there’s a couple of birthday parties coming up in the next couple of weeks, the spare room needs painting, the sliding door we fitted over a year ago still needs paint, the family room paint needs a tidy up ….all these jobs that need doing, and here I am …..addicted to working on this old heap of …..nice caravan …..at least those jobs inside the house would be in the air conditioning!!!
Another few hours ….another few centimeters of scraping off the sticky shit …..the heatgun keeps burning away ……the shed ain’t getin’ any cooler …….
Next day, whilst doing more of the same, the phone rings …..its my mechanic. I took the 39 Chev to him to sort out a fuel / carby problem ……he’s fixed it and test driven it, but he has concerns about an engine vibration that occurs at 35/40 mph, a vibration I overlooked when I bought it, and have lived with since …..he wants to pull the sump off to have a look-see, he’s worried that with 950kg of caravan hanging off the back of it on the way to Brookton (our next VC run) it might finish up on the side of the road with a leg hangin’ out the door (conrod through the block) ….whatta laugh that’d be ……especially considering the Brookton promotional photo & story of the 39Chev & “46 Holiday Home” caravan that appeared in last Saturdays West Australian newspaper ………how can I not fix it ! Speaking of the “Holiday Home”, the caravan is near completion with only a couple of jobs to do, but here I am, stuck with a heatgun in my hand working on this “Don” …..that I have no particular plans for at all !!!
Is the fact that there’s only two 14 foot “Don’s” in the state, mine & Jims, and THEY were the dux guts of caravans in their time, the classy – flash - big Don caravan …..or is the fact that, unlike cars, of which thousands were made and stood the test of time well, wooden caravans didn’t ……. take the FX Holden for instance, 120000 made. How many of these old round shape Don caravans were built between 1934 & 1955, ……oh ,about a 1000 !!!! ……or is it the fact that I just happen to like the Don caravans ……..
Another few hours of scraping ……the HD is still in the carport, bought out of its storage hole for me to organise a couple of improvements prior to it being trucked to Adelaide ready for the Morgan run …..its not gunna happen whilst I’m stuck here with this heatgun in my hand …….
The next phone call is 85yo Dorothy from Adelaide, she calls to advise me she received my chq for the 1960 “Hardy Fiesta” caravan that her & her ‘dearly departed’ purchased brand new in 1960 ….. I just purchased it from her …..sight unseen, I mean literally sight unseen, I’ve never even seen a photo of it, she couldn’t organise a photo for me, and nor do I have any idea of what a Hardy Fiesta caravan looks like!! …….after acknowledging receipt of the chq, she tells me it has no wheels …..what? …..no wheels …….what the?? …….. No wheels, How the hell am I supposed to tow it to Morgan, then Perth with no friggin’ wheels? In the next sentence, she tells me her late husband took the wheels off it for storage purposes, but the wheels are there ……I just have to put them back on ……
Well that’s just made my day ….hasn’t it? …..back to the heatgun & scraper
Shall I make that call ? one hour & the “Don” would be at the tip …… ;D ;D.
I’ve spent the last three days (yes, I’m on leave) working on my 1953 Don caravan, in fact, a whole three days only working on one 2 square metre section of it , the rear, under the waistline. Why three days? Coz its been the biggest bastard of a job I’ve ever undertaken …..I blew the old paint off last week with the heat gun, that didn’t take long, but underneath, is this gluey, sticky, thick plastic bog-like-crap that’s about an 8th inch thick in places …….and the only way I’ve been able to shift it is with intense - concentrated heat with the heatgun on about a square centremetre section, then scrape the sticky shit off with a small scraper, then clean the scraper & move onto the next square centremetre.
And why am I doing this ……I’m stuffed if I know ? Do I have some sort of addiction to it, maybe I’m getting some sort of high from the sticky shit, but day after day, I’m out in the shed starting at 6:30 am to do this tedious job, and most of the rest of the van still has to be done ……. I don’t need this caravan, I have three others that are ready to “rock & roll”, plus one nearing completion of restoration that only needs the finishing touches ……I have no immediate plans for this Don caravan, so why why why ?
I can’t get the rear window out, the lead that’s been there for 53 years has moulded itself to the glass, more hours needed to chisel away at the lead to free the window …..there’s a small quantity of woodrot around a couple of the other window frames that need repair ……and the rear section that I’ve just spent three days on has some woodrot under where the No plate used to sit, and where the maneuver handles were screwed to the body, plus the ply has some chunky bits whereby the outta seal of the ply has worn away ….more work ……more time ……more frustration …….
One phone call is all it takes …..just one call, I even know the phone No without looking in the book …..to my mate with the tilt tray truck, he could pick up this nightmare from me within half an hour, and take it to the tip ….problem solvered & outta my life forever …………
Why don’t I make that call?
Its 38 degrees outside, I can here the neighbours having heaps of fun in their pool, I can hear the Ditzy daughters inside the house, in the air conditioning, laughing as they watch a funny movie, I’m underneath the rear of this van, the heat gun is blowing hot air everywhere, the sticky shit burns as big chunks of it flake and fly and burn my arm & legs ….its too hot to wear overalls …..another splash as one of the kids next door take a dive ……Oh shit, a burning bit of grain filler or whatever just got stuck between my foot & thong, burning painfully …..I’m too stupid to wear boots ……more laughter from inside the house ……what are people “WITH A LIFE ” doing today?
The FX’s menacing vertical grill is staring at me …..the FX is pissed off, I promised to take it to the car show in 8 days with the baby Don from Ballarat in tow, and I’m yet to finish fitting some flashy bits (accessories) to the car to brighten up its drab looking appearance …..its painted original Convoy grey. And the baby (10’)Don caravan, I’ve still gotta rethread its towball shaft with a die nut, and I gotta sort out some 6v lights for it …..Mr Plod isn’t going to be happy with a single tail/stop light ….and no trafficators. ……even though the car show is only about 10 mins from home .
More burns as yet more hot bits fly off the scraper straight onto my skin ….I’m sweating big time ……
Scrape scrape scrape ……there’s a couple of birthday parties coming up in the next couple of weeks, the spare room needs painting, the sliding door we fitted over a year ago still needs paint, the family room paint needs a tidy up ….all these jobs that need doing, and here I am …..addicted to working on this old heap of …..nice caravan …..at least those jobs inside the house would be in the air conditioning!!!
Another few hours ….another few centimeters of scraping off the sticky shit …..the heatgun keeps burning away ……the shed ain’t getin’ any cooler …….
Next day, whilst doing more of the same, the phone rings …..its my mechanic. I took the 39 Chev to him to sort out a fuel / carby problem ……he’s fixed it and test driven it, but he has concerns about an engine vibration that occurs at 35/40 mph, a vibration I overlooked when I bought it, and have lived with since …..he wants to pull the sump off to have a look-see, he’s worried that with 950kg of caravan hanging off the back of it on the way to Brookton (our next VC run) it might finish up on the side of the road with a leg hangin’ out the door (conrod through the block) ….whatta laugh that’d be ……especially considering the Brookton promotional photo & story of the 39Chev & “46 Holiday Home” caravan that appeared in last Saturdays West Australian newspaper ………how can I not fix it ! Speaking of the “Holiday Home”, the caravan is near completion with only a couple of jobs to do, but here I am, stuck with a heatgun in my hand working on this “Don” …..that I have no particular plans for at all !!!
Is the fact that there’s only two 14 foot “Don’s” in the state, mine & Jims, and THEY were the dux guts of caravans in their time, the classy – flash - big Don caravan …..or is the fact that, unlike cars, of which thousands were made and stood the test of time well, wooden caravans didn’t ……. take the FX Holden for instance, 120000 made. How many of these old round shape Don caravans were built between 1934 & 1955, ……oh ,about a 1000 !!!! ……or is it the fact that I just happen to like the Don caravans ……..
Another few hours of scraping ……the HD is still in the carport, bought out of its storage hole for me to organise a couple of improvements prior to it being trucked to Adelaide ready for the Morgan run …..its not gunna happen whilst I’m stuck here with this heatgun in my hand …….
The next phone call is 85yo Dorothy from Adelaide, she calls to advise me she received my chq for the 1960 “Hardy Fiesta” caravan that her & her ‘dearly departed’ purchased brand new in 1960 ….. I just purchased it from her …..sight unseen, I mean literally sight unseen, I’ve never even seen a photo of it, she couldn’t organise a photo for me, and nor do I have any idea of what a Hardy Fiesta caravan looks like!! …….after acknowledging receipt of the chq, she tells me it has no wheels …..what? …..no wheels …….what the?? …….. No wheels, How the hell am I supposed to tow it to Morgan, then Perth with no friggin’ wheels? In the next sentence, she tells me her late husband took the wheels off it for storage purposes, but the wheels are there ……I just have to put them back on ……
Well that’s just made my day ….hasn’t it? …..back to the heatgun & scraper
Shall I make that call ? one hour & the “Don” would be at the tip …… ;D ;D.