Goolsbee News: An end in sight?

The “Neverending Goolsbee Deck Rebuild Project” may actually be nearing the end… who would have thought? Certainly not me, the man who gave it the name.

The weather finally turned back to sunny. Chris & I were able to finish up the last of the carpentry and whatnot. We prepped for painting with tape over the areas we want saved from the deck coating. Chris is outside as we speak, laying down what very well could be the final coat of “Deckote” over the entire surface.

Chris wields the roller.

Of course we didn’t get here without some mishap! I grabbed a paintbrush and hit the areas around the edges where we’d taped and laid down the Deckote where Chris’ roller can’t go. As I reached the very far end of the deck I felt tiny drops of water hitting me. Huh? There is literally not a cloud in the sky, how could it be raining? I looked up and saw a drip coming from the gutter downspout just beyond the deck. It was dripping water onto the railing which was splashing into droplets and hitting me. That won’t do. The Deckote stuff requires dry conditions for application. I reached up and touched the downspout to check to see where the water was coming from. As I grabbed it near where the drip was (nearer the house) the far end of it where it comes out of the gutter let loose and what followed was a deluge of Niagran proportions. The ENTIRE gutter, which stretches easily 35 feet in a right-angle around the roof’s edge was obviously COMPLETELY full of water from the rains earlier in the week. The downspout was obviously in delicate balance and my touching it dislodged it from that balance and dumped the water, along with the wad of crud (I suspect left over from the re-roof we had done earlier this summer) that held the water back. The gutter of course held plenty of dirt along with the water, a good portion of which was now all over myself, and the deck which I’d just painted the edges of. Sigh. I put the downspout down on the railing, and held my hands in such a way to direct the majority of the water away from the deck. Eventually, after what seemed like five minutes of standing there the deluge drained off to a trickle, and I put the downspout back together again.

The scene of the disaster.

I wrung myself out, then swept the deck off. I’ll let the sun do the work of drying it. Chris will roller the coating over and afterwards I’ll fill in the missing bits. Some railing work remains, but that is Chris’ job, and in the grand scheme of things is pretty simple. We could be BBQ’in on it by next weekend… Just in time for Autumn!

A nice Saturday drive…

Not my car by the way… I haven’t managed to get mine to Europe YET.

Great video of an “oldtimer” tour around a road course in Austria. As much fun as it is to see how well this driver handles the E-type, the car spotting of all the OTHER hardware out on the track is a hoot. Can you name all the cars? 🙂

Car Photo of the Day: Let down, or all part of the fun?

Yet another Alternator bites the dust!

In the comments section of the article I just wrote on “The Truth About Cars” I was taken to task by one person who complained that old cars will always “let you down.”

Maybe it is perverse of me to think so, but I actually enjoy the challenge of keeping an old machine running. I feel the acts or maintenance and repair enhance my relationship with the car. Over time I can hear, feel, and occasionally smell things wrong with it, and feel immensely satisfied when I’m able to tend to them, and continue on my way. If your life is nothing but destinations, then by all means stay away from old cars and their needs. You will be let down. But if your life is about journeys, and adventures, then hit the road in that old jalopy!

I answered the commentator with a variation of the above theme and posited that perhaps my next article would be “The Joys Of Being Let Down By Old Cars.” A further comment then suggested that I’m nuts. 😉

Perhaps I am, but I’m going down that road anyway. Who’s coming with me? Push-starting the 65E all the way home from Los Angeles? It is the punch line from our great Father/Son Road Trip of 2009. Having a stranger save our lost-bolt brake bracket calamity in Idaho last summer? The best part of my trip home from the GTTSR!

Got a great story to tell, then share it here and maybe I’ll weave it in.

Published.

I’ve had a series of thoughts rolling around in my brain for a while, and a comment made by Robert Farago made them all gell and roll out all at once. I offered it to him as a sort of “rebuttal” to his statement and he published it today. You can read it here:

http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/editorial-collector-car-market-the-sky-hasnt-fallen-just-a-few-prices/

I normally “preview” things I write here on my blog, but this one came out so fast it never had a chance to show up here first, sorry.

Car Photo of the Day: It’s from Coventry, but not a Cat.

This Triumph 250 was driven by a father/son duo in a couple of the GTTSR’s I attended a few years back. I don’t know much about the TR5 variant beyond what I read in the wikipedia entry.

This year’s GTTSR event should be starting this weekend. I won’t be there as I chose to do our father/son road trip instead.