Lucy, I'm home!

The morning was warm and overcast.  But it wasn't humid!  We chatted some more with the two guys motorcycling it across the states.  Cool dudes and they had their fair share of events, just like us.  Sounds like they had a good time, good memories.

We left had a tasty breakfast at DJ's, the restaurant next to the hotel, then went to Moxie's for iced lattés (MilkyWay flavored...mmmm!).  Got gas and were on the road at 11:00am Central Time.  A couple miles down the road Brian pulled over but it was just to latch his front trunk lid, nothing serious.

Just found this curious, overcast skies and only the sun out but Bri's car cast a shadow on either side.

The trip was pleasant until we hit the bottom west side of the Blue Mountains, where the weather got hot.  But it wasn't humid!  So with the vent wing windows spun all the way around we kept fairly cool.

The girls looking pretty worn.  Bugs, oil, and dirt covered them but they were real troupers!

The Columbia Gorge was gusty, of course, and the wind was blowing to the east, directly at us, of course.  So we were running a little warm engine-wise.  We stopped for food and oil top-off at McDonalds in The Dalles.  A little further down the road Brian felt that his engine was running lean so we stopped at Multnomah Falls to take a break from the wind and let our bodies relax.  Since Bri hadn't been there in the daytime and we had plenty of time to kill since we weren't about to deal with Portland rush hour traffic, we hiked up to the bridge and checked out the waterfall.

We left the park at 6:10pm Pacific Time (yahoo!) and were at my house by 7pm.  Bri backed up his Notch into my garage and we put a fan on the engine to cool it down.  As a precautionary measure Bri opened up his idle jets to richen his mixture, thus letting it run a little cooler.  The carbs on his engine are a pain to work on, at least the left side!  It'll be much easier when he gets the turbo on and only has to deal with ONE carb!

With his engine all buttoned-up he was headed for home at 9:30pm.  I unpacked my baby and she's all settled in the garage for now (getting a bath this weekend).  I got to be with my Sweetie and it was great to see Ronin, such a little lover, man I missed him; being away from your family makes you really notice changes and appreciate them.

It's late since I need to be at work tomorrow at my regular time so this is the end of the Type III Invasion 2010 for me.  I'm not sure what I'll do with this blog now.  I think I'll try to keep it updated with my various projects (other dubs, motorcycles) and such...I'm not much of a "journal" person.  We'll see...

Our day started normally, well, except Brian wasn't under his engine deck lid, har har har!  The morning air was 44 degrees Fahrenheit, clear and crisp -- such a pleasant departure from the southern region we had come from.  We had a good breakfast at Penny's Diner, topped off the petrol, and were on the road by 8:40am.

At about 2.6 miles down the road the back end of Brian's Notchback erupted into gray smoke, followed by a light drizzle of black rain upon my windshield.  I followed the black trail that Bri left on the road way onto the right shoulder.  My trip odometer read about 2.7.   What happened was his oil line output from the oil filter popped off, allowing the engine to pump oil onto the outside of the engine and exhaust tubing instead of through the oil line!  Luckily, the bright red idiot light Bri had in his cockpit was blinding and he shut his engine down and brought his car to a stop very quickly, avoiding major damage.

I had several quarts of Mobil 1 pure synthetic oil so Brian was able to fill up his oil supply.  He's a conventional oil guy but the synthetic held up quite well (of course).  There were no more "events" for our cars the rest of the day.  The weather did get to the low 90s but it was not humid so keeping cool was sooooo much easier.  Love the fact that the wind vent windows on our classic cars pivot to allow air to funnel into the cabin.

There was an "event" that slowed us down almost an hour; a pickup truck rolled over and traffic had to be detoured.  That led us to believe it was a fatality since several miles of interstate was closed.

My engine is still leaking oil from somewhere but it's not too bad.  Since both sides of the lower engine are coated in oil Brian thinks it's the main seal (Russ had mentioned this as well).  I have more oil (carrying extra in the front trunk) and the leak is messy but not dumping oil so I can easily make it home.  When I get home I can drop the engine and figure out where it's coming from and fix it.

We took a quick detour to hit Parma and visit the original Invasion location:

At 8:15pm we finally arrived in Ontario, Oregon, and got a room at the original Invasion host hotel, the Rodeway Inn (yes, that is the correct spelling).  Right next door to us are two guys who passed us in Mt. Home, Idaho.  They are touring the whole USA, each on a motorcycle.  They were looking for stickers so I gave them the one of the DDB I had from Martin's shop that looks like a country sticker (the white oval with three characters representing the country name).  Sounded like they were having a good time with good memories...ah, to be single and carefree...at least they're smart and doing it now while they can!  One is from Portland and the other Bend.  Hmmm...kinda like Bri and I...

Okay, it's late and I'm beat!  I almost fell asleep several times during our drive.  So I'm hitting the hay.  Tomorrow we're Portland bound, yahoo!  I can't wait to be back home with my family.

We decided to start our day early so as to avoid much of the heat of the day.  We tried to leave the hotel but Brian's car wouldn't start.  It would crank but would refuse to fire.  Fuel pump was pushing fuel and everything looked normal in the engine compartment.  I went about testing the electrical parts when I noticed that the points were closed even though the rubbing block was on the lobe...hmmm...  I had Brian crank the engine while I watched the points and they didn't move a single bit.  There's the problem!  So Bri pulls the dizzy (distributor), adjusts the point gap, throws the dizzy back in and the car fires right up.  By 7:15am we got breakfast at Burger King and are on the road.

The morning was cool and not nearly as humid.  Much more tolerable to drive in.  The further west we drive the less humid it becomes.  We did get some warmer temps in the Aurora/Denver area and heavy congestion that slowed us down due to an accident.  Brian's Notch was idling too fast so we needed to pull over in the emergency lane so he could adjust his linkage.

All the WDOT signs had this...must be an issue up here I guess?

Just outside of Rawlings, Wyoming, the winds picked up considerably and were very gusty,
blowing us around.  The outside temperature was very cool and I didn't need all my windows open like I did in Kansas.  We did get some rain from brewing thunder heads that were moving east.  Bri was listening to the local radio station and found out we avoided a major hail storm that occured in Rawlings and two inch hail in Oakly (a gas stop before Colby), so we were very thankful we didn't spend the night at either place.

You know it's windy when the ponds have white-caps on 'em!

We arrived in the last big town, Green River, WY, at 6pm Mountain Time -- so a full 12-hour day since we lost an hour crossing time zones.  We're beat and weary.  We both had troubles staying awake during our day.  Since the weather is considerably better -- both in temp and humidity -- we plan on sleeping in and not rushing to leave like this morning.  Our next stop will be in Ontario, Oregon (right next to Idaho), where we'll be staying with friends of the Fye family.

Note:  I'm not done with adding pictures to this, however, the internet connection in our motel room is amazingly SLOW.  After talking to some locals on finding an internet café, said café is closed until Wednesday and we can't find the local library.  So I'm on the side of the road in town, next to a Super 8 motel, borrowing their internet connection...heheheh.  Unfortunately, this web interface SUCKS when it comes to pasting pictures in the locations I want them so I'll do it tomorrow.  We're going off now to smoke cigars!

New Note:  Pictures added on June 23, Wednesday.

First big step to home.

All this land and they build their homes near the highways...?

As I'm writing this there's an awesome lightening storm fading away into Colorado.  We're at the Motel 6 in Colby at the end of an 11-hour drive and about 500 miles.

Driving through Kansas was like being in the movie Ground Hogs Day; it was the same scenery and the same smothering heat and the same choking humidity and the same buffeting winds.  Luckily, the people in Kansas are very nice (and so many from Oregon!).

Far too much of this!

 
It was hotter heading west and the humidity was high.  I had both windows down and my wing windows opened inward, pointing the air directly at me to help evaporate the sweat.  When we entered Kansas last week on our way to Carthage I put in an ear plug in my left ear since my window was down, thus reducing the white noise of the rushing air and reducing fatigue (motorcycle trick).  For this trip westward I put both ear plugs in since there was so much buffeting from the southern wind and truckers passing by.

Brian's gas mileage was up now so we made less gas stops, which helped our trip distance and time.  Our only long stop was for 45 minutes in Salina to take a much needed break from the cars.

One truck that I didn't mind passing me.

 Churches and silos were mostly what broke up the horizon.

We fueled up in Oakly and headed to our destination of Colby that was less than 30 minutes away.  As we approached, a behemoth of a thunderhead was looming over the horizon in front of us.  

Pretty soon it started producing lightening.  We hit Colby and as we put our stuff in the room it began to rain, not a lot, but hard and with a strong wind.  The lightening arched from cloud to cloud, vertically, horizontally, and in loops as well!  Strange to me that there was no thunder to hear.

Rain and lighening to the south east of us as well.

We're hoping tomorrow will be cooler so we can drive faster and make better time.  Our speeds are still 60-65mph at most, thus the long days/short miles.

Giddy-up! Homeward bound!

Two lonely dubs.

Okay, it's 10:55am this morning and Bri and I are the last of the Invaders here.  Bob and Sue stopped by the breakfast room to say goodbye and they're now headed north, hopefully to somewhat cooler temps.  I just came from outside to put some stuff in my baby and the heat and humidity is already smothering.  Oh how I miss Oregon!

I still have some oil spots below the engine but the area under the right valve cover is much drier, yeay!  We're hoping it's not a main seal...  Well, I have the last of the gear to pack into the car, top up on fuel, then we're on our way back to home sweet, cool, non-humid home.

Gathering in the park, Day Two.

Note:  I'm writing this at 10:10pm Central Time so it's still Sunday for me and not Monday.

Today (Sunday) was a slower day.  I slept in longer and took my sweet time leaving the hotel today because the temperature forecast was for hotter temps today.  The humidity cloaking the country side would be a given.  I washed the rear of my baby due to some of the dust from the driveway of the restaurant settling on the water from last nights cooling rain.  Went next door to Wal-Mart and got ice for the cooler, Starbucks mochas in the bottle for me, and a couple liters of Diet Coke for Brian.  Ended up giving a curious cowboy a tour of my car as he had never seen one and was curious about her.

The municipal park of Carthage is on Route 66.

There were a few less volks at the park and the time was just a time to chill and chat.  It was discovered that Brian had no brake lights and his brakes were less than good.  I pulled out my electrical tool box to check things out but discovered that his pan was wet by the rear front fender well, where the line-lock was nearby.  One of his brake fluid reservoirs was empty so I knew it was a leak in the system and not electrical.  Something new to tend to...   By noon it was pretty much over and people headed out, spidering their way home.

Brian can't help himself when it comes hunching down into a purple engine bay!  Here's he's tweaking and synchronizing James' carbs.

Some more of John's handiwork.

After everyone left it was just Matt, his girls, Adriel and I.  We talked about Matt's electric cars and stuff.  My baby had cooled down so I was able to change the valve cover gasket on the right side.  Yep, the gasket was not seated well and thus was allowing oil to seep out.  That was easily fixed but I saw that the #2 exhaust pushrod tube seal wasn't seated well and had squished out a little bit into the rocker area so there was the other source of another oil leak.  We then headed to the Sonic for some lunch and thick, cold milkshakes.

Matt's little ladies.

After that Adriel headed back to California and we went back to the hotel to chill out in the air-conditioned room, plus allowing their dog Sputnik to cool down.  Unfortunately, a neighbor phoned Matt and warned him that someone had broken into his house so he had to leave a little unexpectedly...Hope things turn out okay, Matt!


Brian and I had dinner with Bob and Sue, the last remaining Invaders of Carthage.  We ate at the Pizza Hut and the service was terrible!  We don't ever plan on eating their again, LOL!


We retired to the parking lot where Brian swapped out his smooth tires for the full spares and then we tightened the brake lines and bled the brakes.  His brakes were back and the cars were road-ready!

 

Precious Moments dreams, kiddos!

Gathering in the park

Note:  This is for Saturday.  I'm still a day behind.

John Jaranson, automobile tattoo artist at work.

Yesterday (Saturday) was bloody hot and humid.  I felt like steamed cauliflower -- white and cooked.

Anyway, Brian and I started the day by sleeping in!  Then we hit the nearby car wash and attended to our cars as they really needed the oil and bugs scraped off.  We hit the Wal-Mart for water, soda, and ice, then it was off to the park.



We had a few tech sessions, learning more about our cars by enthusiasts who had deep, personal tribal knowledge, along with input from others and Russ's VW tech experience.  It was really just a time to explore each other's dub and talk to one another.  Really pretty neat despite the hot, humid weather that was beyond the comfort level for two Oree-gun boys.

  Keith Park's front beam tech session.

Cindy and Shawn lounging in front of their gorgeous red Notch.

Turbo Notch, beautiful inside and out!

Golf Fahrenheit Edition GTI and custom Type III engines.

I climbed up onto the pavilion roof and lookie what I saw.  Total Type IIIs that day were 26 & a half.

That evening we gathered together and rode out to "The Lucky J Arena" that was a indoor rodeo arena with a restaurant attached to it.  The food was g-r-e-a-t and the company even better...

After chow we headed back to the hotel and chilled out in the parking lot...again...and jabbered some more, making some fixes, and winding down after a classic station wagon day.  The only real bad news was that the person who was going to bring the tires for Brian today didn't show up.

 

Left to right: Jason, Brian, Bob & Sue, Mine.

Brake caliper repair.  It was successful for this Type 34.