IT'S ALIVE!
Molly "roared" ("smoked" would be more like it) to life. She's getting out just in time, too; notice the mighty walnut tree she's been parked under. Thud. Thud. The sound of walnuts falling on Molly.
My passenger is Tristan, who's seven. He desperately wanted to ride to Molly's new home at the distillery (www.hardtimesdistillery), but I only had one seat bolted in.
Like this:
A closer shot will show the work I've done on the dash:
And even closer. Notice the new CD player. Molly only had a tape player. Getting the Blaupunkt to fit was an interesting project. I also removed all the gauges and polished the plate. And the wiring....oy.
Last winter the cap came off the reefer vent and in came the rain. I don't know if you can tell very well from this piss-poor image, but the wood I attached to the headliner the summer before is now mildewy and stained. I like the look of Airstreams and I've been considering covering the headliner with metal. Brushed, riveted, aluminum. (THAT would never stain, and it would be easier to install.)
So, Molly made it to Hard Times. Like our building? We'll paint it one day. After we can afford to.
This is our back yard. Yes, we have our own waterfall. (In the picture, Molly is to your left):
So...stepping back a little and looking left, you'll see something like this. (Note the lock on her "hood". I shopped a year for a replacement latch, but with no success. This is my solution. Works and looks interesting.)
Then, if you kept turning left, you'd probably see a version of still #1:
Curious, you'd step up onto the slab and walk inside, turn right and fill your eyes with--
Welcome to Hard Times.
This is Molly's new home. And it's a distillery. Somehow or other, if you think hard enough, everything eventually makes sense.
My shop. Molly Molly everywhere, but not an RV in sight.
