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The Project The Sage on 25 Oct 2008

It’s Winter Once Again

The clouds above the barn, and the brisk wind coming off the lake are telling us that winter is fiercely coming toward home.  In the last few weeks, I have been moving things around.  One day I had the a Ghia, and 4 of the split windows out in front of the barn as I cleaned out all the junk inside.

If the lessons of last year’s freeze in have taught me, it’s to be prepared.  This winter I am going to work on the 65 Camper interior and engine, the squareback engine, and I am going to clean out the 63 deluxe.  In order to do all of this, I needed things placed in the proper places.    I also decided that the best way to stay focused on my real projects, was to clear away everything else.  So last weekend, Matt and I moved 6 engines from upstairs to the cellar.  All the “extra” parts are also in the basement.   Now there will be nothing stopping me from the work I expect to get completed.

Sunday Night: Rain and snow showers. Some thunder is also possible. Low around 35. Breezy, with a west wind between 20 and 25 mph, with gusts as high as 35 mph. Chance of precipitation is 80%. Little or no snow accumulation expected.

Monday: Rain and snow showers likely. Cloudy, with a high near 40. Breezy, with a west wind between 20 and 25 mph, with gusts as high as 35 mph. Chance of precipitation is 70%.

Monday Night: Rain and snow showers likely, becoming all snow after 2am. Cloudy, with a low around 32. Northwest wind between 10 and 15 mph, with gusts as high as 25 mph. Chance of precipitation is 70%.

Tuesday: A chance of snow showers, mixing with rain after 2pm. Mostly cloudy, with a high near 39. Chance of precipitation is 50%.
Tuesday Night: A chance of snow showers. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 30. Chance of precipitation is 30%.
Wednesday: A chance of rain and snow showers. Mostly cloudy, with a high near 45.

1977 Campmobile &The Project The Sage on 23 Oct 2008

“But how many run?” 4 words that mock me.

I am getting a little frustrated, or depressed, or just plain hazy lately… It’s fall in my pinky of the world. October has been an amazing month. The weather has been quite cooperative for those of us who don’t want to see the summer be chased by the pending snows of winter. The temperatures have been holding and we had what many agree was the most perfect weekend of the year. Indian summer is a magic time. Unlike the Dog Days of August or the still crisp June days filled with mosquitoes, Indian Summer has an air of excitement with pending changes of weather and no bugs. The leaves are turning, grapes are in their crush and the autumn harvest is winding down. It’s a stealing moment, a final hurrah.

My lovely wife had to travel to her childhood home to tend to a sick father, and I had a date with a campground. My children have an annual fall festival at school, and we were asked to join a elite group of people who camp out the day prior to the event. This was yet another perfect chance to show off the Westy. We loaded, chopped the firewood, and headed across town to the campground.

Since we are a Midwestern destination for recreation, going to a commercial campground no matter how nice, is a synthetic experience. But with it’s proximity to our prized Vasa trail, this one was acceptable.

We arrived, and opened up the bus. I escape for an hour on my bike, and return just in time for the first growlers opening. Handcrafted beer solves so many of life’s problems. I am sitting in my easy chair, with my beer; Heavenly.

As the evening progresses, the kids worn down from the endless games and tags, and rides, and runs… They head for bed. Quiet and calm (and more beer).

It is at this moment with it’s blend of euphoria and intoxication, that we are joined by the evening’s buzz kill. SHE (it’s always a she) and her happy go lucky hubby join us at our fireside. We continue on with conversation and my life’s work comes up in conversation. I begin rattling off my crop of OG metal when, as if subconsciously, SHE utters the words… “But how many run?”  Those words, so sweetly uttered, hit like a bullet through my heart. An uncomfortable silence sucks the air out of our little circle. Quickly (recognizing my complete moral devastation), one of the more socially skilled in the group makes a conversational right turn. The subject never resurfaces.

What is it? Why does my hobby scare them? I didn’t suspect her of being that way. SHE doesn’t drive an over inflated SUV. SHE has sweet kids, and a great husband. But in one moment, like bad news from a cop, my weekend is soiled. Fortunately, I was well oiled. I was able to let the comment slide down my back.

It’s not the first time, sadly; these people with the lack of insight, lack of imagination, lack of adventure. What is wrong with rust and dirt? Are we so septic a society these days that such beauty as a VW is worthy of mocking. This has me looking at the Hoodride movement in a whole new way, (but not for very long).