Van Lowering Sucess!

Well after a fustrating weekend the rest of the van lowering job went well.

I owe thanks to my dad who jammed the 6ft fence post into the suspension to give me enough room to get the spring into place! The back was really each to change and only took 30 mins!

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I'm just trying to work out whats next.... Ideally a respray to freshen up the tired paintwork!

A Weekend to forget!

What a weekend!
It all started on Friday when I finally decided that I was going to lower my Type 25 VW Transporter. I ordered the parts and collected them Friday afternoon, finally I can get the van slammed to the floor (well only a 60mm drop...)

Saturday morning I raced around, tried to get started before convincing myself that the job was too big for my on my own! So I went fishing.... caught nothing.... so thought about the lowering job again, this time I got to the 'laying out the tools' stage before I realised that I needed a specific tool.... job over.... Headed home and broke the shower....

Now Sunday was a weird one, I managed to wake up at what I thought was 9.30am.... It was actually 7am, I proceded to call my dads and head out, only to wonder why Halfords and Motorist Discount Centres were shut? ? It was now jusr after 10... So over to dads to get started on the van. I managed to wake the whole house before I realised that my watch was 2 hrs out...
I got started on the van, it snowed, sleeted, rained, the sun shone, then the sun set, leaving me with a van that wasn't driveable and with only 1 weel lowered....

So my job for the week is to get that sorted out. :O)

A Sad Day

Yesterday was not the best of days.

My grandad passed away on the 3rd Feb, his funeral was yesterday.
I don't want to make this sound religious as he was not a religious man, and neither am I. However I do hope that both him and gran are looking down on us all now big a big grin on their faces, proud of how the family have turned out.

He was a gentleman, always will in to lend a hand if he could, he was the sort of chap that would never say no if someone asked him for a hand. He was a master craftsman, I remember as I child he would always be building something or letting me bang bent nails into a bit of wood! He cared for Gran for 11 years when she was struck down with parkinsons disease. The commitment from this will forever stay with me.

I can see now that I have many traits that he had. It's a shame that it takes something like this to make you realise. If I can live my life like he lived his I would be very happy. I will always remember him for who he was. Just in the last few days I have made decisions and thought "what would grandad say.."

Another lasting memory, which conforts me a little it that he was 86 years old and "Had a good innings" as he put it in his jolly way.

So here's to Huburt Allan Burgess (Jim) My grandad and role model.
I'll always love you.

Cracking The Ice

I've decided to title this 1st posting as "Cracking The Ice" I suspect that it will take more than one post to get the swing of this!

I have created this blog so that I can try to dump some of my thoughts and feelings somewhere, rather than saving everything up and getting stressed out!

Hopefull this will work!

:O)