We picked up the camper at the cabinet maker a week ago today, as planned, and brought it home to get a few things done over the weekend before taking it back at the beginning of the week. It was a great plan, but, if we’ve learned anything doing this project, it’s that while planning makes us feel like we’re in control, we absolutely aren’t.
On Saturday morning, we moved one of the trucks out of the garage so we could pull the camper in so Tom could crawl around on cement instead of dirt and chicken poo while he did some things under the bed. Tom jumped in to start the truck, and…click. He checked wires, he checked connections, he had a few friends check wires and connections, he banged on things, he wiggled things, and…click. We canceled the plans to get the truck back to the cabinet maker, and Tom crawled underneath to take out the starter. He got all but one bolt removed, and couldn’t make it work, so called super mechanic William, who just happened to be about a half mile from the driveway. William and his mechanic assistant were in the driveway and under the truck about five minutes later, although it took them over an hour to confirm Tom’s diagnosis and get the stubborn bolt out so the starter could be removed. Off it went with William, who called the next day and said it was repaired. Tom zoomed over to William’s shop, picked it up, and came home and put it back on the truck. He got in the truck, turned the ignition key, and…click.
So, he called William, and got on his moto and zoomed back to William’s shop, where William confirmed it wasn’t working. It’s still there, and we’re hoping it will be done soon so the truck can move. The upside to this story is twofold. First, at least the truck is in the driveway, not parked on a beach somewhere with the tide coming in - although Tom assures me we would NEVER park on a beach where there was any risk of getting caught in a tide. Second, the truck is in the driveway, so we’ve made good use of the time to get a few things done. And (I know this makes it threefold, but hey) some of the other parts that are being worked on are where they can still be worked on, so progress isn’t stopped.
On Saturday morning, we moved one of the trucks out of the garage so we could pull the camper in so Tom could crawl around on cement instead of dirt and chicken poo while he did some things under the bed. Tom jumped in to start the truck, and…click. He checked wires, he checked connections, he had a few friends check wires and connections, he banged on things, he wiggled things, and…click. We canceled the plans to get the truck back to the cabinet maker, and Tom crawled underneath to take out the starter. He got all but one bolt removed, and couldn’t make it work, so called super mechanic William, who just happened to be about a half mile from the driveway. William and his mechanic assistant were in the driveway and under the truck about five minutes later, although it took them over an hour to confirm Tom’s diagnosis and get the stubborn bolt out so the starter could be removed. Off it went with William, who called the next day and said it was repaired. Tom zoomed over to William’s shop, picked it up, and came home and put it back on the truck. He got in the truck, turned the ignition key, and…click.
So, he called William, and got on his moto and zoomed back to William’s shop, where William confirmed it wasn’t working. It’s still there, and we’re hoping it will be done soon so the truck can move. The upside to this story is twofold. First, at least the truck is in the driveway, not parked on a beach somewhere with the tide coming in - although Tom assures me we would NEVER park on a beach where there was any risk of getting caught in a tide. Second, the truck is in the driveway, so we’ve made good use of the time to get a few things done. And (I know this makes it threefold, but hey) some of the other parts that are being worked on are where they can still be worked on, so progress isn’t stopped.
The starter and the cursed bolt
The moto ramp, ready to be picked up when the truck can move.
The cabinet doors with handles installed, removed so they can be finished.
The head board for the bed. We have an 8” mattress, so it’s not really as tall as it looks.
Tom used the time the camper is stuck in the driveway to finish (almost) the compressor box. This involved a lot of crawling in the dirt and chicken poo to get all the bolts and hoses and wires where they needed to be.
We have lights. Tom replaced all of the old horizontal lights, and hooked up the vertical lights. The only problem is that even before he did this a fuse keeps blowing so we don’t have any tail lights. But, since the truck is stuck in the driveway, who cares? We’ll get it working eventually.
They’re hard to see because they’re small and aren’t hooked up yet, but the running lights along the top rail are installed. And, er, they wouldn’t work even if they were hooked up because they’re connected to the tail lights. Oh well.