PART 8

TRAVELS IN DAY SAILER

Being updated, back in Jan. from maiden voyage - 4300 miles!

Pre-departure checklist:

Check oil, tranny fluid, power steering fluid, brake fluid, coolant, rear end fluid.
Make sure extra amounts of all are packed in the "Vehicle fluids" crate.
Check air in tires, including spare.
Make sure everything needed to plug (tire plug kit) and/or change a tire is aboard.
This means suitable jack, 6x6 for extra lift, lug crosswrench, spare, tarp to get on if needed, hand cleaner packets.
Leveling boards 2x8s are great and can be used to put jack on on soft ground.
Spare fuses and basic electric diagnostic & repair supplies (test light, wire, ends & splices, wire stripper, wire nuts, etc.).
Mirrors adjusted & secured.
Everything inside secured. Everything in containers & all items (toilet, cooler, fridge, crates, etc.) have bungee cords visibly fastened.
Portable toilet prepped for use.
Portable toilet supplies ~ TP, chemicals.
Adequate road music aboard.
Snacks, fresh water, food.

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Mountains of New Mexico coming from Three Rivers; sunrise in a Texas truck stop lot.
Day Sailer's true maiden voyage was over to central Florida and back - a total of 2750 miles, then over into New Mexico for the second part of the trip. Total was just under 4300 miles and the good ship performed very well. Much of the traveling & overnighting was cold weather, down to 24 degrees. The systems worked as they should have and we were comfy inside. Of course at these temperatures if you lose your heat, you're screwed in ways you're not when it's, say, 44 degrees. So vigilance & preparation are key.
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Tabasco world headquarters; a religious pilgrimage of sorts.
Mechanically it was flawless except for one clattering hiccup in Louisiana when I thought I collapsed a lifter. After breakfast on restart it smoothed back out & quieted down. Must have been a speck in the oil plugging up a passage for a few minutes... was fine the rest of the trip. As a precaution I drove it in to a well-recommended local shop. Clean bill of health - temperature never varied, oil pressure never fell, drive the hell out of it - it's fine. Ok! But that's it. Other than that it never missed a beat, running up to around 70 on the highway.
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Road scenes... New Mexico
Gas mileage sucked but that's to be expected; it's often the price of vehicular self-sufficiency. We averaged in the 9s whether at 55 or 65. Headwinds on the way home took us into the 8s. I'm going to adjust the secondaries in the carb to hold off a little before they open and give it fresh plugs, cap & rotor. With two, fully stocked and a full tank of gas it weighs just under 7000 pounds. Used a quart of oil every 700 miles or so, and that's mainly leaky valve cover gaskets. It seeps a little tranny & rear end fluid too; not bad though. A drop on the lot after a few hours.
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Views from two temples ~ a 1916 church way back in the NM mountains, and Day Sailer somewhere on the highway...
Inside the only issues were rattly doors which we braced in the footwells, one blown fuse in the 12v outlet, and a screw coming out of the passenger's seat armrest. Things loosened up a little after two passes on Louisiana's highway system, which is like hundreds of miles of badly maintained old side street joined every 50 feet by expansion joints and driven over at 65 miles an hour. I'm a vegetarian but if you're not and no convincing will get you to consider it, please eat more Cajun seafood because evidently Louisiana needs the money to fund their road work. Sheesh.
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Camping at Three Rivers, miles in the mountains back off the road from the petroglyph site. What a view. Spent three days up there. 
I'm thinking an air dam and the tweaks mentioned (and keeping it around 60) should get me back into double digits MPG wise. Ultimately it needs a 4th gear, by a 700R4 trans swap or Gear Vendors unit, or just a much higher (lower numerically) set of rearend gears. All big bucks, but all worth a few MPG. I'd really like to see the 13 or 14 I got out of Blue Moon, my 72 Ford. But it had a smaller front, smaller engine, smaller carburetor, and simply wouldn't DO seventy. Not worried about recouping the money, just concerned with my being a pig. But like I say this can't be done in a Prius, you know? 13's not bad for driving an efficiency apartment around. But 9? Gotta work on that.
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Hiking Three Rivers. The tiny arrow? That's Day Sailer. The vibe up here surrounded by the rock paintings, a long-ago people's connection & communion to That Greater, was intense... and the view beyond cannot be fully captured. 

Replaced the tires in Florida. The tires on it were showing some fatigue after the first leg and I knew some of the rattles was from one of them slightly out of round. Tread was good but it was time, so on went four new Falken 10-plies. After being noisy & squirrely (new tires) they wore in over the first few hundred miles and are GREAT truck tires. I'm blessed I could swing this, most of my life's first half was spent on second-hand tires. And 90% of the time I support small independent businesses, but the tires on the housetruck won't be "local" very often so I sucked it up & Discount Tired my ride. I now have warranteed tires & replacement guarantee for 50,000 miles wherever I go. Which eases the conscience somewhat. 
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Scotty Brown's bus ("Scotty's Bus"), Alamogordo NM. This became a song on the "Day Sailer" album I wrote & recorded on the trip. Amazes me how moving simple acts of devotion are; the power there once the fancy stained glass is stripped away. 
One place we visited was Don Garlits' Museum of Drag Racing in Ocala, Florida. Another was the Tobasco Sauce plant in Avery Island, Louisiana. 
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An intelligent, educated populace scares the crap out of politicians... some places, not so scared.
On the road when it's cold, the heavy double curtain gets slipped behind the passenger seat. This holds heat in the cab (which heats mostly by sunshine - a rolling greenhouse effect) and forms what we call "The Shroud of Tourin'."
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Two offerings ~ one of soul, one of sound.
The second leg through New Mexico was solo, just the VanDweller ~ Noble Ship of Freedom ~ Highway trifecta. Anytime I hit the highway and open myself up to the universe and the thin thread that leads from one situation to another, it becomes some kind of spiritual quest. The "That Greater than I"-ness bubbles to the surface every time. Perhaps it's because the road is a sacred place for me, and I feel more sacred and more connected when I'm on it, between the yesterdays and tomorrows of my life. It's there I find peace. And I am led to sacred spaces by something I can't explain.
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Not all step vans are so lucky (deserted town in West Texas); neither are some vending trailers. Could I have those fries extra crispy, please? (Kent, TX)
 
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Door to the churchhouse in the mountains.
 
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Waaay along a flat desert 2-lane in NM there was a tire standing in a dirt area beside the road. Like a porthole, the view through it was magic. 
 
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Sunrise on the road...
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
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