I ended up with a broken down Bus eating rotten apples there.
We pulled over in this picturesque neighborhood of Portland, Oregon suffering what we diagnosed as trouble with the fuel pump. I say suffering and that is, in part, due to the way my synaptic transmission works. We were in the midst of a heat wave and I always relate that in some form or another, to misery.
I remember my great-grandmother (Granny Goose, respectively) talking about her grandkids going crazy over VW’s and that they seemed to be able to be repaired with nothing more than a string and a bobby pin.
While I can not relay the technical aspects of what happened that day in Portland, I do know that at the end of the day we were back on the road without even making a stop at the auto parts store.
Well, this particular fixin’ of the Bus did include using my hair ties and a key-chain ring. It’s that generation gap thing.
Pardon all the confusion, the Bus is running, this incident was the prequel of a bigger breakdown, yet to come in documentation but a past occurrence in real time. I need to catch up indeed.
Thank you for the care and concern. While I intend to ‘kick things up a notch’, I do regret the unrecovered, to date, photos.
Keeping on here.
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I’m confused though, I thought you had left Oregon? Are you just getting us caught up on your adventures? Mainly I’m curious if you have broken down more than once (I’m starting to get worried :) But I guess with all the neat folks you’ve been meeting you’ll be fine.
And what’s up with the rotten apples? Your posts are starting to seem more like trailers for a strange movie. I want details, diagrams, funny sketches on the back of roadside diner napkins, and more polaroids!
Keep on keeping on as they say.