I'm home from the Atlanta Short track after a long, cold ride. For dinner, I'm having a nice bowl of Beef Stew. Not only does it warm me internally, but it's better for my mental stability than Raw Oyster Stew.
I guess I should make some Lemonade. Or maybe I should mix the lemons with vodka and make a Tom Collins? No; Iíd probably drink it and throw away 36+ years of sobriety. I know; Iíll get on the Roadster and ride down to Suches, Georgia for April Buells. I really canít afford to go, but whatís a few more drops of lemon juice when the bucket isnít quite full yet?
Anyhow, I donít know just how bad this is going to be. The HVAC tech just left. My furnace is junk. The heat exchanger is rusted through. Iím going to have to replace the furnace. The tech was strictly a repair tech; a salesman will call me. Heíll have to come by and scope out the basement and my present heating setup, then heíll give me an estimate. Once I have the estimate, Iíll head down to the Credit Union and open an Equity line of credit. Easy, Peasy, Japanesey. My brother David put it bluntly, ď Do you prefer K-Y or Vaseline?Ē
Well; I guess it ainít too bad. Itís only money. itís going to completely screw up my financial plans, but, to be honest, Iím about as far from being a financial wizard as you could find.
Like Bob Dylan said, ďItís all right, Ma, itís life and life onlyĒ.
At the risk of rubbing salt in the sores... Was there a home inspection prior to the purchase so you have some recourse and/or was there a home warranty from the seller? The warranty is usually baked into the cost if it is included.
HEY! I was on the "replace the unit" train, also with a crapped out heat exchanger- my good buddy/neighbor put me with a guy who works for a commercial HVAC company, and he's the guy that everyone else in the company uses for THEIR home HVAC needs...
He showed up, tore down the unit, determined that he could just replace the exchangers and service things, a "Good Ol' Boy fixit guy AKA the best in my book- c'est voila, heat, for 1/10 or less cost of replacement! See if you can find a "friend of a friend", maybe sign into one of those "neighbor apps" that let you borrow tools/advice/fixit guy #'s and such.
At any rate, whatever needs be done, I don't see anything in the big picture that would keep you from Suches. Of course, I may be wrong, ask my sweetie.
OK; here's my plan. On Friday morning, I'm getting on the Roadster and heading for the Georgia hills. I should be there at close to dinner time. I can't leave tomorrow because getting the furnace looked at and then getting the estimate ate up my day. I have things that I must do tomorrow.
There's no need for a fund raiser. I've figured out how I'm going to do this. The HVAC folks are offering a 0% interest loan, which doesn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. Also, the price of a new furnace isn't as high as I was expecting. It will be affordable. It will just extend the amount of time it's going to take to get the Credit Card paid off.
In other words, it's only money. No matter how much I've got, it's never enough and no matter how little I've got, It's enough that I haven't missed any meals.
I'll see you all on Friday. But Raw Oyster Stew is out.
My ass is dragging. I feel like Iíve been rode hard and put up wet. Shot at and missed, but sh*t at and hit. Run through a wringer. Iím beat.
I went to the April Buells rally in Suches last Friday. I arrived in the late afternoon and stayed until yesterday morning. It was a really good time. I got to see a number of friends and we built a massive campfire on Friday night rode the local roads on Saturday and ate some magnificent ribs for lunch at Jimís Smokiní Que as well. It happened at Two Wheels of Suches, which is my all time favorite campground and that just made it all the better.
However, the rain came in during the wee hours of Sunday. it was not unexpected; we all knew it was coming. I wound up packing my tent up on Saturday afternoon. Froggy had an extra bed in his cabin and offered it to me, so I stayed there. I figured it would be better than breaking down my tent in the rain and getting soaked while doing it. That was a wise decision.
On Sunday, I waited until 10:30 or so before heading out. The radar showed a break in the storm, and it looked like if I timed it right, I might not get that wet. That worked for about the first thirty or forty miles, or so, then the Deluge caught up with me. It freakiní poured. It didnít take long before all my ďWaterproofĒ gear proved itself to be inadequate. I was thoroughly soaked before I even got to Interstate 75. Then I got to ride through the Monsoon at 75 to 80 MPH (120 - 130 KPH). It was raining so hard that at times, visibility was down to a hundred yards or so. There were quite a few times that I seriously thought about stopping and getting a motel room for the night. The one thing that swayed me to continue was my electric jacket liner. It kept me warm enough (just barely) to put off stopping until ďthe next gas stopĒ. I played that game until I made it home.
Once I got home, I shed all my gear (which was everything I was wearing from underwear & socks to the outermost rain pants, gloves, boot covers and jacket, then took a long hot shower, heated and ate a Lean Cuisine frozen lunch and went to bed. I left my sodden gear lying on the kitchen floor. I was feeling that shot. I had mild hypothermia, which the hot shower helped, but didnít completely resolve. A solid nightís sleep did a world of good, but Iím still dragginí. Itíll take me all day to get everything sorted. I started a load of already wet laundry, and hung up my Darien and Gerbings jackets, rain pants and gloves to dry. I need to finish and fold the laundry, then set up the tent out in the sun room so it will dry out. I think that will use up all my remaining energy. Thatís if I can push myself hard enough to accomplish that little bit.
This was not my toughest ride. That title goes to the ride down the Burringbar Range in New South Wales during a Cyclone in the wee hours of the morning back in 1994 with Ron and Melia. But it is a close second.
One bright spot in the ride home; about 30 miles south of Cincinnati, I got to see my odometer turn over 88,888 miles. That was a real kick to see.
But going to April Buells was a really fun time, and I would do it again, even knowing what the ride home was going to be like.
Take it easy today man! Heck, here in Mur-vil TN we've seen the temps dropping all morning from mid-40's down, windy, overcast, yuk. I gotta get out there and replace the rear wheel hub assembly on the car, should be a simple job, but dang cold!
88,888 miles- or a lot of infinities!!! Unless you see a major mechanical or chassis fault in that bike, you should just keep it and keep loving it! Vern's pushing 70K on the Uly I sold him... wow. Wish I could know what the true mileage is on my old Beemer, but like many of those old bikes, the odometer craps out at some point, goes willy-nilly.
Crusty, That ride home sound just like the one I had. Left Suches in the rain. Rode in the rain all the way back to Ohio. Then the clouds parted and the temperature dropped like a rock. I was freezing but only 80 miles or so from home. Made it to the Washington Court House exit and the bearings said goodbye in the rear wheel. I was less than 40 miles from home but it took over three hours to complete. That was the last time I attempted a "March Badness"
Glad you all had a good time at Suches. I saw the forecast for the weekend and opted out this time. The last time I went (~2 years ago?), I rode 6 hours in the rain there and 6 hours in the rain back. NOT fun. If I'd gone this time I'd have definitely been in the worst of it for the entire ride back to SC.