Burningvan 2018

Yesterday, I took the Westy up to Ocean Beach in the city for Burningvan 2018. It was a gathering of 200+ Vanagons and Wetfalias from all over Norcal.

We arrived way early and secured a great spot facing the ocean. We popped the top and waited as most had arrived by 11:30am. This was my first time attending, and I have never seen so many Vanagons in one place before. I made some new friends and caught up with some folks I know from Buslab in Berkeley, CA.

I spent Saturday getting the battery replaced. Luckily I didn’t try to replace the starter. I’d be pulling my hair out if I’d gone through all that effort only to have it not start. The old battery was only a few months old. I took it back to AutoZone. They tested it, and sure enough, it wasn’t holding a charge. they replaced it no questions asked and she fired right up.

The last major work I had done was on the transmission. This was my first highway trip with her and she climbed just fine at 60mph without me having to drop it down to 2nd. I even got her up to 80mph, but that was going downhill.

Below are some shots from yesterday’s event.

Ocean Beach sea wall
Ocean Beach sea wall
Sweet spot
Blinged out
All in a line
Ocean Beach sea wall
Sadie’s first time at the beach.
All the possible upgrades
Early birds
Sadie next to a Bobo. A peek at what she might look like in the future.
Great Highway
Rise and shine

Winter Mehs

It’s foggy here today. It feels like winter is coming, not retreating. Despite that, I’ll take January in Northern California any day over Chicago.

In California, the holiday season and winter seem to end at the same time; right around 4:30 on Christmas Day. Everything is over. You’ve opened the presents and eaten a gluttonous meal. Instead of lying on the couch, you go for a hike or a walk outside – because you can.

In Chicago, it’s not like that at all. 4:30 Christmas Day is a downer. It’s like someone flips a switch. The holiday cheer peters out and the worst part of winter is just getting started. I only looked forward to snow during November and December when I lived there. After the first or second week of January, it was time to wrap it up. Instead of going outside on Christmas day, I would stare at the outdoor gear I received as gifts. They’d sit in that gift box, folded with tissue paper hanging off the side, mocking me because I couldn’t do anything until April, if I was lucky.

I used to be one of those idiots that talked about cold weather building character. Not anymore.