I spotted this beauty in Livermore. It had a big old sticker on the back saying something about Jesus and a stack of bibles on the passenger seat. I can picture the driver now with long flowing gray hair and a shitload of turquoise jewelry. Surely someone who has been to hell and back.

He didn’t find Jesus, Jesus found him.

Westy Upgrades


I have mid-level upgrades planned for the Westy this weekend. A couple will be tricky because they involve electricity. The rest should be pretty easy.

Here’s what I have on tap…

  • Replacing the horn with a more powerful airhorn
  • Replacing the manual sink pump with a SureFlo electric
  • Window crank
  • Replace the sliding door catch
  • Step mats
  • Official VW Key

Birthday gift


I got this sweet T-shirt from my son for my birthday. It’s from GoWesty, the place where I order most of the parts for the camper.

I posted this picture on Facebook as well and received some funny comments. I thought the Pink Floyd reference was obvious, but some of my friends noted the rainbow has other meanings as well.




Someone had replaced the original faucet with a manual pump faucet. It was useful to have water without draining the battery, but it was incredibly tedious to use. Also, you can’t get much done with only one hand in a sink.

I ordered and installed a faucet and electric pump. It was pretty straightforward, but still took about two hours. Everything in the camper components are hard to reach. I tore up my knuckles and got some serious cramps in my knee. Well worth it though, as you can see it’s working!

Of course, it only comes in one temperature – tepid.

Look, no hands. Running water without a pump.

Look, no hands. Running water without a pump.

Bike stold


Last night on my commute home from the city, I discovered some SOB had stolen my bike! I had a really sweet Bianchi that I bought less than a year ago. It was locked up inside the station so I figured it was secure enough. Everything was gone, the bike and the lock, so I have no idea how they got it. Freaking riff-raff.

I’ve never had a bike stolen in all the years I’ve been riding them and locking them up. My next bike is going to have one of those exploding dye packets like banks put in bags of money to thwart thieves.