Archive for the ‘vintage’ Category

Neo-Classic

Thursday, March 27th, 2014

Six years ago I wrote about towing with 1985 Chevy Suburban. It was 23 years old then. Now it is 29, but is still not considered vintage or collectible. Instead, it is called “neo-classic.”

Colorado legislated that only cars made prior to 1975 are collectible. Just last year that was revised and now any car more than 32 years old is collectible (vintage). I envy the pre-1975 group. No emissions controls. No emission testing, and they can modify their engines without permission. The only catch is that those vehicles can not be driven more than 4,500 miles a year, and that is on the honor system. The neo-classics are between a rock and a hard place.

We still have to pass emissions testing even though in most cases we don’t use our cars any differently than the pre-1975 group. And before anyone flames me, let me say that I’m not against passing an emissions test. I don’t want pollution anymore than anyone else. It’s just that I feel stuck using 1985 pollution equipment – vacuum hoses, air pump, etc. There are after-market options, but I can’t change any of the equipment unless I first submit and have a proposal approved by the Air Care Colorado engineers. Unlike the pre-1975 group, the neo-classics are at their mercy.

It might sound as though I’m whining, but two years ago I was held hostage at the Envirotest emissions test center for 45 minutes. The employees refused to give my vehicle an emissions test because they thought I’d removed emissions equipment. They couldn’t find a catalytic converter. That’s because it has never had one. And it wasn’t just that they didn’t believe me. It was their attitude. They were angry with me and acted as if I was poisoning the planet. One yelled at me to mind my own business and return to the waiting area. Eventually, they tested the Burb and it passed the test, but even then they were sullen about it and never apologized for the way they’d treated me.

Complicating the problem is that it is so hard now to find anyone experienced in tuning an engine equipped with a carburetor. This year I found one that I want to recommend, The Carburetor Shop in Englewood, Colorado. They rebuilt my carb and tuned up the Burb for a reasonable price and now it runs better than ever. Friendly, fast, courteous and competent – it doesn’t get any better than that.

I was still apprehensive about this years emissions test. I was confident the Burb would pass, but not about how I’d be treated. Once again one of the employees seemed skeptical. His distain was obvious but this time his attitude changed as the testing progressed. He was surprised by the results and this time I wasn’t held hostage.

It occurs to me that maybe my old car is the exception instead of the rule. That would explain some of the attitude. The manager at the Carburetor Shop thanked me for having such a clean engine. The technician at Envirotest congratulated me and encouraged me to continue keeping the Burb in good condition.

Well, I am encouraged. So much so, that I’m looking forward to 2017 when the Burb will be eligible for collector plates.

My 1985 Suburban, "The Beast," with my32' 1986 Airstream Excella.

Going Backward?

Friday, October 11th, 2013

Twenty five years ago we visited the Fort Garland Museum with our three children. I was towing a 1986 Apache pop-up trailer with a 1987 Ford Aerostar mini-van.19880600 A few days ago we repeated a portion of the trip and revisited the fort with two of our grandchildren. This time I was towing a 1985 32′ Excella with a 1985 Chevy Suburban. 20131010The Aerostar got about 18 mpg, the Suburban 8 mpg. The digital photo is much better, but other than that, am I going backward?

Fall Trip

Tuesday, October 1st, 2013

Tomorrow, we leave for Albuquerque to attend the Balloon Fiesta. This time, we’re taking two of our grandchildren with us. Actually, they are the reason for going. When we were there before, the one thing we thought of was that they should be there to see it.

I never feel like I’m ready to leave. It seems there is always some little (or big) project that I want done on the trailer but at some point I simply tell myself that what I’ve done is good enough. For instance, I wanted to polish the trailer this year, not to a mirror finish, but simply get the oxidation off and brighten it up a little better. But I haven’t gotten around to it.

I’m going to blame the weather. I did have a timeline for the project the weather here in Colorado  interfered. Earlier in the summer we were in a drought and fighting fires. That turned completely around during our four days of rain. Heather Gardens got nearly 15″ of water, far more than we normally get in an entire year. And it did keep me busy. As a board member I surveyed the damage and we had an emergency meeting. I met with some residents who were in real distress.

For me, personally, the storm came just as I was starting to polish. I was up on the ladder, working a small section just above the back window. I thought it was the perfect day to work. For most of the summer it was just too hot and sunny for me. On this day, it was about seventy degrees and overcast. I knew the forecast was rain and I did look over my shoulder from time to time. But when it actually came, I was caught off-guard by its speed and strength. One moment it was peacefully overcast, the next I saw a bank of clouds whirling and rushing toward me. Wow, I thought, I’d better get things picked up and put away. I just barely made it.

 
And then the hail came!
 And then the hail came!

Sitting in the trailer with the wind rocking it and the heavy rain and hail pounding it, I thought I might be in a tornado. It nearly was. I figured I simply had to wait it out. So, I stopped fretting and watched TV. Of course, the only thing on were weather reports. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone by the front door of my daughter’s house (I keep my trailer parked there). I couldn’t believe it. It was my daughter and she was frantically bailing water from her basement window well.

So, I put on a poncho (that did little to keep me dry) and went out to help. We bailed as fast as we could. I dug a trench to help the water run away from the house and got up on an aluminum ladder in the rain, hail and lightning to clear pine needles and leaves out of the roof gutters. Better I get hit than my daughter. An hour later, the first wave of the four day storm had past. We looked like drowned rats.

035Back in Heather Gardens the ground became so saturated with water that by the third day there was no where else for the water to go other than into basements. Sixty town home and patio home residences were flooded just in our association. The garage in my six story building had six inches to a foot of standing water. Fortunately for us, we live on the third floor. If the water ever got that high it would be time to man the lifeboats and row to the mountains.

We came through just fine, both condo and trailer. But it sure messed up my polishing. That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.

Bucket List

Tuesday, April 2nd, 2013

Some people have skydiving or climbing mountains on their bucket list. You know what that is. If not, a bucket list is all those great things you want to do before you die. I only have one thing on mine – grow a beard. No, it’s not dangerous or exciting, but I’m kind of over those things. Nope, I just want to grow a beard and it’s because I’ve never, ever, in my entire life had one. So, here’s how I’m doing.

I think this growth is about three weeks - not particularly impressive.

I think this growth is about three weeks – not particularly impressive.

 

I don’t know how much longer I’ll keep at it. I went for a bicycle ride last week and because it is just now Spring there were few insects out flying about. But there were some gnats and they got caught in my beard. I think that will be the end of it when more flying insects hatch out. I’m pretty sure I don’t want my beard to be a bug catcher. That’s when I’ll shave it off.

In the meantime, I have been doing a few things on my 32′ Airstream Excella. There is a cabinet in the galley that houses a microwave oven and has drawers below and storage above. Between it and the triple wardrobe down the ‘hall’ was a vinyl folding door. I haven’t liked where it is positioned. When we have guests camping with us, the door provides privacy for the bedroom in back, but it closes off the bathroom from the front where the guests sleep. So, I move the door between the bathroom and bedroom. It restricts the ‘hall’ a little, but then the corner of the bed sticks out anyway so it doesn’t make too much difference.

However, that left an unsightly gap between the microwave cabinet and the wardrobes. What to do with that? I thought about putting a rollout pantry there, but the gap was not uniform in width or depth. Installation would have been problematic. Plus, the right side of the microwave cabinet wasn’t attached to anything. The bottom of the panel simply rested on top of the wheel well cover (and was sawing through it). I decided to keep it simple (KISS). Since the gap had to be filled with custom cut pieces, I wanted to keep the number of pieces to a minimum. So, I simply installed two simple shelves. I already know of one item I’ll store there – my laptop computer (in its travel case).

No longe a wardrobe, it is now a utility closet. One shelf filling the gap is seen lower left.

No longe a wardrobe, it is now a utility closet. One shelf filling the gap is seen lower left.

 

We have never filled the triple-length wardrobe with clothing. Not that we haven’t tried, and we discovered that many of the clothes we didn’t wear. In fact, we forgot about some altogether. Later, we’d find an item and say, “so that’s where we put it!” Because of this, I decided a double-length wardrobe was sufficient, and would partition off the third for use as a utility closet.

 Another item that annoyed me was the all-plastic toilet. I recently replaced it with one made of ceramic.

 My most recent eBay find is a lighted period (circa 1988) world globe. It is going to take the place of a table lamp in the bedroom. The table lamp is rusty, the brass coating falling off and because it is 120 volt AC we hardly ever use it.

That’s what I’ve done so far this year.

Lighted world globe with cool Lucite stand.

Lighted world globe with cool Lucite stand.

 

More Balloons

Thursday, August 9th, 2012

 

Fire in the sky.

Last weekend we attended a hot air balloon rally in Loveland, Colorado. Dubbed the Sweetheart Balloon Festival Rally there were about twenty Airstreams parked in the traditional Wally Byam circle. The hosts are balloonists themselves. They call theirs Serenity.

This was the first time they had ever organized and hosted a rally. By the end, I suspect they were disappointed with the results and even apologized to me and I imagine to others, but there was no need for that. I told them that all the great annual rallies have a less than perfect beginning and that we have to accept that some things are simply beyond our control.

Like the weather. Colorado’s is unpredictable and sudden. One moment the wind can be a gentle breeze and the next can be a microburst. And that’s how it happened. The hosts hoped for all of us to gather in the middle of the circle for happy hour and socializing. They erected some shelters and tables there all weighted down with bricks and big containers filled with water.

It came at siesta time. I’d just laid down for a nap when the microburst hit the campsite. Tables flew into the tents, which then collapsed and bent the frames. The tents acted like kites in the wind and in my mind I pictured them lifting off, bricks in tow, flying across the campground into the surrounding Airstreams.

 

Half the circle in panorama

It is in times like that when people come together. Men, women, and children sprinted from their trailers to the center of the circle to hold everything down, collapse the tents, pin down the tables. Most of those items were damaged beyond use, but the trailers were saved.

The punishment continued that night. A weather front moved into the area with seventy-five mile-per-hour winds just as hundreds of cars were being driven away from the fairgrounds to the north. All that traffic moving through the dirt parking lots kicked up a tremendous amount of dust and the wind drove it through the campsite and into the trailers.

 

Two of my grandsons watching Serenity being filled.

Mercifully, once the front passed us, the temperature dropped and the air calmed. The next morning was perfect flying weather and about twenty balloons lifted off. It was the highlight of the event. At the end of day, we were treated to a magnificent sunset – courtesy of smoke from the forest fires in Montana. Then that night, we were treated to a very entertaining fireworks show.

This was the first outing for my son, his wife and their two children in their new-to-them 1966 Globe Trotter. It was sink or swim in a dry camping situation but together we pulled it off and the best part is that our grandchildren all said they had a great time. I got to visit with old friends, see a really nice and very original, rare, 1961 single-axle Trade Wind and have quality time with my family. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Serenity ready to lift off.

 

My thanks to the hosts, Susan and Von Campbell, for all their hard work – keep your chins up you two, this rally goes down in the books as a success!

Serenity airborne.

 

Solution

Sunday, July 29th, 2012

We’ve decided what to do about having “two” many Airstreams. We should have done it three or four years ago. We’ve given our ’66 Globe Trotter to my son, Brian. With two children under the age of ten it will be a good fit for his family. We’re looking forward to our grandchildren having that kind of experience.

One couple I know are continuing their Airstream family tradition. Randy & Margie have two children and a ’64 Globe Trotter that Margie inherited from her parents. When she was a baby they used the little bath tub as a crib for her to sleep in. Many of her childhood memories are from that trailer and the annual vacations taken with it. Several years ago at the Denver Modernism Show they were offered $20,000 for it. They couldn’t sell it no more than they could sell a member of their family. It’s their heirloom.

We feel good about passing ours on to my son now instead of selling it or waiting for him to inherit it. This way, we get to share in the start of a family tradition.

Keeping in the family.

 

One Too Many

Sunday, June 24th, 2012

Last year, I decided that we should either start using our ’66 Globe Trotter or sell it. It sat for three years with very little use and I thought that was a waste. So, we’ve been out in it several times this year. The downside is that we’ve not used our bigger, ’86 Excella, but once. Now it is the trailer sitting idle.

I keep thinking that I’ve got to sell one or the other. I really don’t have the time or energy to keep or use both. Each has things I want to fix, fine tune, polish, clean or improve. But when I give one attention, the other languishes. I’m not good at multi-tasking.

Which one should I sell? That’s the question. I like them both and each has advantages over the other. As a result, I haven’t been able to make a decision. My wife is no help either. She’s partial to one, but admits the other is more suitable.

 

The GT at sunset in Mueller State Park

I don’t have this problem with any other piece of property and certainly not with cars. I’ve had so many different cars in my lifetime that I recently decided to make a list. There are currently twenty-two on it. I think that is accurate, but I’ve thought that before, only to then find an old registration or photo of one I’d forgotten.

My favorite was a 1970 Ford Ranch Wagon. It was dependable, powerful, comfortable, could haul and tow yet got 19 mpg. Unfortunately, it rusted from the inside out. By the time I realized how extensive the rust was the cost of fixing it would have exceeded the value of the car. So, I sold it.

The one car I kept the longest was a 1987 Ford Aerostar. That was a love/hate relationship. Its best feature was its flexibility and though it was a minivan it could haul just about anything. Despite spending plenty of money on maintenance, the brakes were its worst feature as they were always marginal under the best of conditions and downright scary otherwise. I sold it when the brakes failed completely coming down Guanella Pass into Georgetown, CO.

Only two cars were ever involved in accidents while I was driving. We were rear-ended while stopped for a red light in my Ford Thunderbird. Amazingly, we were not hurt and even though the car that hit us was totaled (it nosedived under us) our car only needed a new muffler.

My ’71 VW Super Beetle was an odd duck. I hit a pedestrian with it while going 60 mph on the interstate at four in the morning. He was dressed all in black and I didn’t see him. I knew I’d hit something of course, but didn’t know it was a man until I walked back along the highway to find what I hit. I heard him talking to himself before I saw him. The horrible feeling I had at that moment is indescribable but once I found him with my flashlight and saw that his only injury was a broken leg I was so relieved that I nearly laughed. He was drunk and I learned later that he’d been hitchhiking in the middle of the roadway.

Other than a very shallow dent in the front bumper, the VW wasn’t damaged. Its particular shape saved the man’s life. It popped him up in the air and he went completely over the car. My other car at the time was a VW bus. If I’d been driving that, the outcome would have been much different. As it was, he spent a couple days in the hospital and was released. A year later, he was drunk again, this time in Yosemite National Park, and walked off a cliff in the middle of the night. He didn’t survive that.

Anyway, I’ve never longed for any car, but the Airstreams are different. Regardless of which one I keep, I know I’ll miss the one I let go.

Tick, Tock Clock

Friday, May 18th, 2012

Last month the weather was so nice that we took the Globe Trotter over to Cherry Creek State Park for a night of camping. The park is only two miles away so it wasn’t exactly an adventure, but camping in April is always a little iffy in Colorado. Mostly, I just needed to get out and wanted to de-winterize the trailer.

I never sleep well the first night out. Sometime around four a.m. when everything is especially quiet, I woke because of the clock. Perhaps I was only partly awake because my mind was a bit foggy. I laid there listening to the clock tick, tick, ticking. It seemed so loud in the dead quiet. The tick, tick, ticks seemed to be speeding up though. I thought, what is wrong with that clock?

I don’t know how long I laid there listening. Was it 10 minutes, 20 or 60? At home, I can look at the clock by my bedside and tell myself I should get up. Next thing I know I open my eyes again and it’s an hour later. Time passes unnoticed.

It slowly dawned on me though that our electric clock didn’t make any noise and certainly didn’t tick. That made me sit upright and listen more intently. Where was the sound coming from? Patrice felt me getting up and woke wanting to know what I was doing.

“Do you hear a ticking sound?” I asked.

“Come back to bed. It’s just the clock.”

“Here’s the clock. See, it doesn’t make any sound.”

“Then what is it?” She wondered.

“Oh, no.” I opened a little compartment under the bed where the water pressure regulator and some valves are located. “Damn, it’s leaking.” The tick, tick, tick was a drip, drip, drip.

I ran outside in just my shorts to turn off the water and disconnect the hose. Then I hurried back inside to stuff towels into the tiny compartment hoping to soak up as much water as possible. Fortunately, there is an opening in the floor for a drain tube in the compartment and that let most of the water out. So, we didn’t have a flood.

Still, it puzzles me why the water pressure regulator chose to leak in the middle of the night. I checked it first thing after hooking up and there wasn’t a problem. In fact, I always check it after hooking up because I’ve had problems with it before. It is made of ABS plastic (it’s a popular brand that Airstream currently uses) and I can only guess that sometimes the O-rings don’t seal properly or that sometimes the plastic body just isn’t quite up to the task of handling the pressure.

I returned to bed and we slept in until about nine a.m. Then we wanted some water for washing and cooking. So, I hooked up the water and checked the regulator. It didn’t leak. I don’t understand why, but if I ever hear the clock ticking again I won’t be fooled (and from now on I’m turning the water off at bedtime).

Blogs, Death and Grandchildren

Friday, March 30th, 2012

Okay, I’ve learned a lesson – I shouldn’t ignore my blog for months on end. I have some excuses, but you know, excuses are like… and everyone has one. When my trailers went into winter hibernation, so did I. There were other distractions. The biggest was my father-in-law dying. He was the patriarch of the family and left a big hole in our hearts.

He died in hospice, March 15th after struggling for years with lung, blood and heart problems, but it was cancer that finally got him.

He lived a long fulfilling life though and at the end, he had his wife and daughters at his bedside. That has to count for something.

There is still a lot to do but I’m beginning to catch up. This blog is one of those things. I knew the site had a big upgrade a while ago, but the big surprise was the 6,600+ spam comments attached to my postings. I was only able to delete a 150 at a time without getting an error message from the server. So, it took some time to trash them.

I apologize to those of you who posted legitimate comments. I just couldn’t handle sorting them out. As a result, everyone’s comments, even my own, are now gone.

Isn’t it sad that we have to put up with the vultures of the world? That’s what spammers are – scavengers. Of course, they forage in other ways too.

Several days ago, my mother-in-law received a note in the mail. It appeared to be hand written and said, “My wife and I are interested in buying your house… Please call us at 720-xxx-xxxx… thanks, John & Jane Doe.” (I changed the names because a complaint with the BBB is pending.)

The note really upset my mom. She didn’t know these people and didn’t understand how they knew her husband had died or how they got her address. She’s unlisted in the phone book. It especially frightened her because she is alone for the first time in her life and feels vulnerable. She even worried that someone might be watching her house.

My complaint to the BBB was that this kind of unsolicited inquiry is unscrupulous because it did not list the name of the business. A close inspection of the note revealed it was computer generated. The return address on the envelope and phone number in the note belongs to a realtor. Obviously, they scour the obituaries for leads. They might call that fishing, but it’s really just another kind of spam.

On a lighter note, my grandchildren were on their way to the funeral. They asked where they were going and my daughter told them, “to the cemetery to bury greatpa.” My four-year-old grandson said, “Oh, no, that means we have to dig.” My six-year-old grandson replied, “yeah, and dig a lot.” As Art Linkletter would say, “Children say the darndest things.”

Death of an Oasis

Saturday, November 19th, 2011

Water laws are complex and seem to trump all other laws. I’m pretty sure there are lawyers who specialize in water law and nothing else. In the case of Bonny Lake State Park, situated on the high eastern plains of Colorado, the law, in all of its unyielding wisdom, has killed an oasis.

I have a special affinity for Bonny. It was the destination of our very first outing in an Airstream. That, in turn, resulted in the very first article I wrote about traveling with an Airstream, titled Oasis On the High Desert Plain of Colorado, published in The Vintage Advantage, the newsletter of the Vintage Airstream Club. We love Bonny. It was created by the U.S. Bureau of Reclamation in 1951, the year I was born, for flood control of the south fork of the Republican River.

It is a 150-mile drive from our home. So, I can’t say we’ve been there every year, but almost. It is a great place for RV’ers to stop for a night or two prior to pushing on west to Denver, or east some place in Kansas. This year Patrice and I wanted to stay there for a couple of days on our way back from Texas.

The death notice came suddenly. Once the decision was made, there was little warning. Bonny Lake is a reservoir and the state began draining it on September 22, and closed it on October 1. This happened while we were traveling out of state.

I only sensed something was wrong when we got off I-70 and drove north on Highway 385. Bonny is 25 miles north of the town of Burlington. It was late in the day and one RV after another passed us going the opposite direction. I even noticed one motor home driver point us out to his wife, shake his head and laugh. I remember wondering why anyone with an RV would head away from the only state park in the area at what normally is the end of the driving day.

But we were tired from driving 417 miles, from our previous stop in Winfield, Kansas and arrived at dusk. So, perhaps I should be excused for not seeing the notice at the entrance to Bonny, but there was no ignoring the padlocked gate at the Wagon Wheel Campground. It was a puzzle though. I could see one RV parked there, so after meandering about for a few minutes I parked and walked over to knock on the door.

I didn’t need to. It was the sole remaining Park Ranger camped there with his wife. He saw me coming and came out to meet me. That’s when I got the bad news. He told me about Kansas demanding water and that the only way Colorado could give it to them was by draining the lake. Even worse, he said, was that the state actually planned to bulldoze the campgrounds – visitor center, marina, roads, RV sites, sewer, water – everything into a big hole and bury it – except for the picnic tables. Those would be saved so that they could be used in other parks.

The Ranger took pity on us and let us spend the night in the marina parking lot.

If I felt stunned, imagine how the locals felt about it. It will be devastating to their economy. Currently, the plan to bulldoze is on hold to give the county time to figure out if they have the resources to take over the campgrounds. The park though, is history. It is now officially part of the South Republican Wildlife Area and is designated a State Wildlife Area. Sounds environmentally correct, doesn’t it?

Except that, when the lake is gone, so too will everything in and around it. The surrounding forest will die. The trees were dependent on it. When they die, and they will die, the habitat that the wildlife depends on will go too. It might take a few years or maybe a decade or so, but much of the flow of the south fork of the Republican River is going to be diverted by pipeline to Kansas. At some not too distant point in the future, the river will be a dry gulch.

No longer will Snow Geese, cranes and herons and other waterfowl have this place for a rest. Eagles, hawks and owls will suffer because small game, not to mention large game, will be decimated. A letter from the State Wildlife officials dryly understated that, “The result will most likely be the loss of the entire fishery.” A fish salvage – all legal means of fishing, without limits – has been authorized in anticipation of the coming mud flats.

Just a few of the camping sites scheduled for destruction.

Rivers on the high desert plains are not like rivers say in Ohio, or any of the states east of the Mississippi. Our rivers here might not even rate a name in an eastern state, and the name would be creek, not river. The truth, I fear, is that the area in and around Bonny will return to its “natural” state – that of a desert. Sage brush, buffalo grass, cactus, and rattle snakes. I know that is what today’s environmentalist wants, but it is not without great cost and I know that I’d much rather have the man made oasis.

About the Author

Hi, my name is Forrest McClure. I've been writing for the magazine since its inception. My wife and I travel with our 1966 20' Globe Trotter or our 1986 32' Excella. So, my primary interest is vintage travel trailers.