OK, time for the story, but a lot of the pictures are on my camera...at my son's house. Sorry, I'll add them tomorrow.
Thursday started like every other work day. In to the office to put in a days work. At 4pm I picked up a 2015 Town and Country, ran home and loaded it up. Rather than eating road food, we ate at home and hit the road at 7pm. The van was loaded.
I had brought everything I thought I would need to make a roadside repair possible. 98% of it never came out of the box. I used one socket, 3 wrenches, pliers, a adjustable wrench, wire strippers, crimp tool, drill and the torch. That's it.
We drove straight through, only stopping for gas and snow. It's kind of childish, but I like snow in small doses.
We rolled into Milwaukee, WI several hours early, killed some time at Cabellas. It's a dangerous place for a guy with a wad of cash in his pocket. I resisted, but it was difficult.
Next was a drive by for a peek. It looked pretty solid. We crashed out in a gas station parking lot and napped for a few hours. Finally we got the text and headed over to the house.
The walk around was promising. It was not pretty, but it was solid. There is rust, but 99% is surface and manageable. I must admit, I had on my rose colored glasses. I didn't bother to test drive it, it ran good, engine sounded solid, deal. I came up to buy a bus and that's what was going to happen.
Just as we were fixing to pull out of the yard, the seller mention that the rear axle wouldn't shift the last time he drove it and it was stuck in low range. That gave me a top speed of 40mph, and 30 miles of interstate to where we were staying the night.
About then I realized the momentous task that lay ahead. A 59 year old bus that hadn't been on the street in 12 years. 1000+ miles to get it home. I honestly couldn't see that being at all possible.
Our first stop was a bank parking lot. I did some trouble shooting on the rear axle shift motor and found a wire that wasn't hooked up. I shorted it to the fuse block long enough to get the axle into high gear, we greased the u-joints, and set out for RealMiniParkers house. (leaving the grease gun on the ground.) No turn signals, no passenger side mirror, no dash lights, no nothing. My son and I spent the whole time on the phone so we could coordinate lane changes and so he could run interference for me. Several times he mentioned it had sparks coming out from underneath. I was smelling burned rubber, burned wood, burned oil, and trying to remember whether the fire extinguisher was in the bus or the van. That's the worst 30 miles I've ever driven. By the time we made RMP's house, I was already formulating plans to store the bus long enough to figure out how to get it shipped home. There was no way I was driving it.
Once we got to RMP's house, we hit a local pizza joint and had some outstanding pizza. I was probably crappy company, because my mind was whirring with possibilities, plans and options. All the choices I saw at the time, were expensive, and admitting failure. Both tough to swallow.
A great nights sleep made things look a little better. Between the sleep, the words of encouragement from all of you guys, and the willingness of my son to make the attempt, I decided if we could get some turn signals and a passenger mirror, we would give it a honest attempt. Every mile traveled, lowered the tow bill if it did puke half way home.
While RealMiniParker was whipping up one of the best omelets I've ever had, I factored out the turn signals. A little hot wiring, a hand full of wire nuts, and the lever on the column would make the signals come on, but they wouldn't flash, I could work with that. We made a run to the auto parts store, bought the biggest truck mirror I could find. Back at the house I screwed it to the side of the bus with some self drilling screws. Very crude, but good enough.
We said our thanks, blocked traffic long enough to back the beast out of the driveway, and hit the road headed to the airport. The rental was due back by 10am, we made it with 20 minutes to spare. Things were looking up for a change.
More to come.