Kirk,
Sadly there is no chance of making it to the Blackhawk show this year. Even our trip to the east coast is in question with continuing problems in figuring out what has gone awry with Steve's camper wiring. A 1984 low miles Dodge camper, it will not go. For about two weeks now Steve has been consulting mechanics, replacing electrical components, combing through the internet for a solution. The van sits and so do we, fortunately not on a roadside near Gary, Indiana or Armpit, Illinois, but in my driveway.
My tri-car is far from ready for a prime time Blackhawk visit and Steve's tri-car is sitting in Canada thanks to a broken promises machinist there who lost part of Steve's engine and then failed to get it back together even when I took my engine apart and over-nighted the missing bearing clip. Finally Steve left B.C. without the tri-car. What a let down that has been. He could have been riding it around here making a lot of people happy in seeing it.
The trip east was to have started about two weeks ago. The morning of our departure we were packed, Aaniimoosh The Wonder Dog was on her blanket between the seats, the old bear had clipped his seat belt and the spirit of Willie Nelson was singing "I'm on the road again". Steve had driven the van the day before, yet at this critical moment it did not fire, would not start.
The trip was primarily for Steve to visit his son in Vermont who is preparing for a motorcycle journey to the southern tip of South America this fall. His son has no idea how long the trip will take or if he will relocate. In his middle age he has sold his business and felt it was now or never to make this dreamed of adventure. Steve realized it might be the last time he would see his son and did not want to miss the chance. At our age sometimes it is "now or never".
For my part I was hitching along to be dropped off in Maryland where a number of things await. A daughter near Baltimore is due to deliver her third child and I wanted to be supportive of this event and see my wee grandkids at the same time. Grandpa misses them. I also have friends in Maryland including Tinsmith from this forum. We were to spend some time in his workshop making a copper tool box for the tri-car and generally indulging in our friendship. I have a vintage Spartan travel trailer at a friend's property near Camp David where I used to be her caretaker and handyman. I want to empty out some possessions including my journey drum made by an Alaskan shaman for me. Then it is time to sell the trailer. I have also agreed to do a pipe ceremony for a close friend and feel spiritually committed to that.
So this sitting and waiting without knowing whether or not we will be able to make the trip is unnerving to say the least. After waiting four days for an ignition switch the part arrived at NAPA yesterday and when it was time to install it we realized they had sent the wrong one of two possible switches. In a few hours we'll order the other one and again wait until next week to install it, not knowing if it will solve the problem. Pretty exasperating as the summer ticks by into autumn. We're still hoping to make the trip east, but with each passing day we are less hopeful.
While this has put a damper on our enjoyment of Motor Bicycling Summer Camp (for boys who never grew up), we do carry on with working on the Indian Hiawatha tri-car and the hybrid delta trike. But no trip to Blackhawk. HOWEVER, we do have our sights set on Blackhawk 2015! Two old farts and a dog expect to turn some heads with their tri-car builds and we're very much looking forward to spending time with you, Kirk. Maybe yours will be done by then. The only thing better than two tri-cars is three of them... woohoo!
SB