As promised here is a photo of my “new” camper shell dated from the 1970’s. Not a perfect fit and not pretty but I am getting used to it and am beginning to think it is cute in it’s own personal way. On the drive to Tempe I even started redesigning and decorating the camper. (Oh no! Somebody help me!)
I had begun the day with a short 3 1/2 hour wait while the repair shop checked brakes and filed or shaped the rotors adjusted the emergency brake and did all sorts of auto check/repair to get the truck back on the road. Unfortunately no car wash but that would be asking too much, just fantasizing here for a minute. When I got the bill it was difficult but … the shop is so fair & since they missed some of the issue they did all the work for free. How is that for honesty!
Then I went looking for a camper top. While I was at the repair shop I checked out all the trucks with shells and found a name, called and was told they had tons of tops and to come down. They really did have thousands of them all shapes and sizes. The first salesman was showing me things in good shape and I told him I really did not want to spend more than $300. Finally he gave up and asked the boss who found this old shell. It needed some repair and they faked it with tape and WD-40 which is fine because we all agreed it would be a one way trip use not a I’m going to live happily ever after in the back of my truck. He guaranteed me no more than an hour to install.
This is Vegas and the guarantees here are not like they are elsewhere so it was almost dark by the time I left. The gentleman in the far corner of the photograph felt sorry for me, he was also the salesman and kept trying to buy me a hot dog from the convenience store because he felt bad I missed lunch. It was sweet but I’m afraid if I accepted that offer I might have lost lunch. A young man 29 years old was the man in charge of the “repairs” and installation. After hours of talking and trying to come up with ways to install and adjust things we became friends. He actually invited me out to dinner but I pretended not to understand. When it was time to leave he gave me a big hug. That made my third hug of the day from a mechanic.
So all in all a long tiring day where I gained 3 hugs a few new friends, respect for people I already thought of as friends and a camper shell for $180. Now all I need is for the weather to become accommodating and I will trek across the country once again.
There was way too much drama at the friends house where I was staying. None of the drama included me but you can’t help but be effected by it so I chose to drive to Tempe and attend a conference at a healing arts school. The drive was easy until I reached Wickenburg from there to Tempe was insane rush hour traffic. Why does MapQuest tell you to head south? I do not have a compass in my truck so tell me to turn right or left not to go south. Hopefully when I check out on Monday it will be after rush hour because this once small town is a huge city now. One more piece in my education, I do not want to live in a city unless there is mass transit (like NYC) and I do not need a vehicle. well, the conference begins in an hour so I must get ready for the next adventure. Have a great day!