The next stage……..or Part 2.
I began buying all the metalwork needed to replace the rotten stuff. When the belly pans were off it spooked. Belly pans cover the underneath and protect the framework from the stuff that comes off road and field and sand. It’s the sheets below with the ** shapes. But….it also hides extent to the damage of the metal that keeps you up in the air. As seen below.
The whole bus is shot blasted to show up rotten and damaged metalwork. It turns the bus literally into a metal lace doily. Then more and more new metal parts have to be bought.
I began to look on eBay for bargains and original stuff that would help get the bus back into shape. Paul, the guru doing the nitty gritty work, advised me what to ignore and what suited. I bought a whole front section from over on the east coast of England. Cost £50 in an eBay auction and £90 to get it across country to West Wales. Bargain. Think it was off a 1968 earlybay bus. The metalwork in this was of German quality. None of your modern pulp that can exist. Needed cutting up by Paul, which proved difficult. But a single front modern arch can cost £450. And when I say an arch, I mean a simple flat arch. Not the wheel housing well included. There was probably about £1800 worth of metal in that £50 buy.
My best buys have been off eBay. Little treasures born from months of studying what I wanted as a finished project. Paul was an inspiration of guidance and insight. Don’t think I bought one item that hasn’t been useful in all of this project.
What I realise now, is that emotionally, this project has taken its toll. The reason being, I’ve worked out, is that memories exist in the old green bread box on wheels that is known as Billy Bud. A haven of past tranquility. I’ve really badly missed this form of escape, both for myself and others. My Dad, when we talk on the phone, chats about how it will be a Godsend to have the bus back. “Get out and enjoy it again!” he says. I want to take him up to a spot locally to him near Coventry that we visited often when my Mum was alive. They had a Volkswagen T25 Camper of their own. He sold it a few years after Mum died. Too many memories to want to drive it. I think he drove it less than 5 times over 3 or 4 years. Concerning visiting that local beauty spot? “That’d be great”, he says and really meaning every word. More than great I believe. It’ll help a little in contributing to tearing down the walls of the mundane existence and treadmill lifelessness of his and my current experiences.
But……..back to the progress story………things began to take shape after those early shocks when the amount of work to be done was exposed by Paul. Below, a few teasers until next time.