Lots of interesting stuff has been happening around here. So much, in fact, that I haven’t had any time to write about it. In short, the last seat rail finally came out, the camper top is on order, and I had my first taste of TIG welding. And somewhere in there I officially transitioned from being 32 years old to 33 years old. Whoop dee doo.
After having tried EVERY SINGLE method of removing those damn seat rails, I can finally say with complete confidence that if you are thinking about removing these rails, unless you have LOTS of time and a really strong back, or an oxyacetylene torch, just LEAVE THEM IN.
But since we had already removed three, we just couldn’t leave the last one. For the last remaining rail we sought the advice of Bernie, a longtime friend of Jef’s family. Bernie brought his family to California a few decades ago in an RV. A homemade RV. Seriously. He actually bent the metal roof into place and riveted it together himself. When it broke down along the way, he changed the entire engine on the thing in less than 6 hours. Yes, Bernie is some kind genius superhero.
Within minutes of arriving at Bernie’s house, Gypsy was flying through the air on a hoist. Yes, Bernie even has a hydraulic car lift at his home. You cannot get any more hardcore than this.
It took four and a half hours, and we exhausted every other method of removing the rail that we had not yet tried, but the rail finally released its grip on Gypsy and gave up. Finally.