Category: Vanagon Westfalia
It’s early March. Our sailing season was cut short. We are staying in my parents’ house in Hobe Sound, FL. In three months we will go back to Cabbagetown for the summer. We already have house and pet-sitting gigs lined…
September 19 – 25. Great A’Tuin had become a giant rolling toolbox. With paint brushes, caulk guns, paint cans, a pedestal fan, a ladder, and more all wedged into its interior, our van was not having any fun, not traveling,…
In my earlier post I said that about half the cost of WVO conversion kit (from a company like Frybrid or GreaseCar) is for delivering heated fuel to the engine compartment. I’ve come up with an approach that’s much cheaper….
Why would anyone want to run a vehicle on Waste Vegetable Oil (WVO)? Well, cost is one reason. Restaurants have to pay to get rid of the stuff, so it shouldn’t be hard too find it for free. Another reason?…
December 15 & 16, 2014. I feel like we have joined a gang, a scene, a tribe, a special club, a secret community with out the secret handshake, but with, instead, small gestures, waves, nods across parking lots and intersections…
October 23 – November 16, 2014. I’ve never felt good about spending a lot of money on tools. There have always been more important things to buy, like baby shoes and clothes. And since tools are fun to use, they…
October 22 – December 12, 2014. On October 22 we finally left Cabbagetown. Odd jobs were still rolling in, but the house sitting was growing thin and being that it was fall, our summer has just gone on for way…
September 20-21, 2014. My main motivation for getting The Great A’Tuin back to Cabbagetown from our arduous trip through middle Georgia was to get the van to a safe place where repairs could be made. My second, much lesser motivation,…
Monday, September 15, 2014. “Here use this bandana.” Greg didn’t look good. He took the bandana and wrapped it over his nose and mouth like an old west bank robber. Diesel fumes were permeating the van. It was rainy, the…
Sunday 9/14/14 Through the back window of The Great A’Tuin’s cozy interior, we see flashing blue lights speeding towards us to where we are parked in the Pilot parking lot in St. Augustine Florida. We step outside as two policemen…
