Er...I did it. I took the plunge. Before moving to Kentucky from Champaign, Illinois, I decided that being a host for a major institute at work and moving cross country didn't make my life nearly complicated enough, so I bought a vintage car less than a week before we left. I am now the proud owner of a 1972 VolksWagen SuperBeetle. I got it checked out and certified as road worthy for the trip. It was, almost, but that's another story. So far it has carried me to four flying lessons, so that's all good.
Here's a couple of photos of the car the day we first looked at it:
Currently it's not running right (after over 1000 miles of perfect service), and I'm convinced that it's the carburator or fuel system. Several on-line purchases later, I'm ready to replace the fuel pump and clean the carb out to see if that fixes it. That's today's project.
Aside from the current problem which I'm attributing to cruddy stuff getting into the fuel, here's a partial squawk list that I'll be working on fixing over the next few months:
This is my first blog post from the new house. This is pretty bad, given that I've been her a month. I've been busy though.
We're almost to the point that we're comfortable in the new house. I still have lots to unpack in the basement, but that's endemic with me. That will slowly improve as I get more furniture down there.
In the not too distant future, the garage will be able to accept two cars. This will be considerably helped by the completion of the work bench:
Oh, and I've taken four flying lessons so far. They're going well; I'll report more specifically at some point.