kyrsyan
Has No Life - Lives on TB
You are not supposed to be helping Clif drive me crazy...
Story Market Day
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Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
If there were a sound track mp3 one could attach to the LOL emoticon he replied to you with, I'm sure it would be the most evil, mustache twisting Perils-of-Pauline thing you've ever heard .....
You must be a charter member of the Cliff Club by now
Sportsman
Veteran Member
Don’t do that to us!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The Problem Deepens
Veronica, Violet and Owen began the distasteful act of purging the basement of Daniel’s stuff. It, along with his body would be leaving as soon as they could get things together. One of the big goals was completing this part before Derek and Gretchen returned.
Veronica had several game bags to carry things like deer and elk back from hunting. She had a couple oversized ones she picked up for a moose hunt the year before that didn’t happen. Daniel fit into it with no trouble. This was a big relief to all three of them. Although Veronica had the technical skill to disassemble Daniel’s body into smaller parts, she didn’t have the heart or the strength to, especially with his brother right there.
Almost all of this work happened in silence. Only when they came across something unusual did they speak. Violet was working cleaning up the room while Veronica was finishing with the body when she came across something she found amusing.
She broke the silence.
“ Hey, Veronica, can you come here I found something I think you need to see. It might be really import and break this thing wide open.”
Veronica stopped what she was doing quickly so see what new evidence Violet found.
“You were wrong. The washer didn’t eat them.” Violet holding up a pair of lavender purple panties. Veronica recognizing them as the ones she was tearing the laundry room apart for the other day.
“Figures. And here I was thinking it might have been Derek, with the way he keeps looking at my chest when he doesn’t think I notice.” Veronica replied.
“Well, you can’t blame Derek, remember no matter how mature he acts he still a horny teenager. And you did flash him that time.” Violet shot back.
She kept rummaging before she spoke again. “Some of yours, some of mine, some of Gretchen’s, and a few he must have brought with him when he came.”
“Well, that’s a poor turn of phrase, Violet.” Veronica shot back.
They both laughed, a needed laugh which relieved some of the tension. Owen, however remained silent throughout the conversation. They wished he smirked but understood why he was still in a daze and probably would be for days before he would feel anything. All Veronica could remember was the cartoon of a giraffe she used to teach the stages of grief when she looked at Owen.
Finally, the main preparations were complete. They had all of Daniel’s clothes bundled up to drop off as a donation to the local Deseret. Somewhere there was someone who could use the clothes. They moved Daniel’s body to the military G-Wagon. Veronica and Owen bid Violet a fond farewell climbing into the wagon to rid the house of the clothing and the body.
Meanwhile, Violet finished cleaning out the broken furniture and scrubbing the room with a healthy load of bleach. Violet’s last step was to move a bunch of the boxes from storage into the freshly cleaned room. She hoped change in the appearance would lessen the trigger effect on Owen even though they were moving him into a different room. The wanted him closer so they could keep a watchful eye on him.
Violet stood looking around the room thinking. What must it be like to kill ones own brother? Where is the path going? She sat down to meditate when she noticed a brilliant blue butterfly or moth at the window. She looked again, and it was gone. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. It’s too cold this time of year.
Veronica, Violet and Owen began the distasteful act of purging the basement of Daniel’s stuff. It, along with his body would be leaving as soon as they could get things together. One of the big goals was completing this part before Derek and Gretchen returned.
Veronica had several game bags to carry things like deer and elk back from hunting. She had a couple oversized ones she picked up for a moose hunt the year before that didn’t happen. Daniel fit into it with no trouble. This was a big relief to all three of them. Although Veronica had the technical skill to disassemble Daniel’s body into smaller parts, she didn’t have the heart or the strength to, especially with his brother right there.
Almost all of this work happened in silence. Only when they came across something unusual did they speak. Violet was working cleaning up the room while Veronica was finishing with the body when she came across something she found amusing.
She broke the silence.
“ Hey, Veronica, can you come here I found something I think you need to see. It might be really import and break this thing wide open.”
Veronica stopped what she was doing quickly so see what new evidence Violet found.
“You were wrong. The washer didn’t eat them.” Violet holding up a pair of lavender purple panties. Veronica recognizing them as the ones she was tearing the laundry room apart for the other day.
“Figures. And here I was thinking it might have been Derek, with the way he keeps looking at my chest when he doesn’t think I notice.” Veronica replied.
“Well, you can’t blame Derek, remember no matter how mature he acts he still a horny teenager. And you did flash him that time.” Violet shot back.
She kept rummaging before she spoke again. “Some of yours, some of mine, some of Gretchen’s, and a few he must have brought with him when he came.”
“Well, that’s a poor turn of phrase, Violet.” Veronica shot back.
They both laughed, a needed laugh which relieved some of the tension. Owen, however remained silent throughout the conversation. They wished he smirked but understood why he was still in a daze and probably would be for days before he would feel anything. All Veronica could remember was the cartoon of a giraffe she used to teach the stages of grief when she looked at Owen.
Finally, the main preparations were complete. They had all of Daniel’s clothes bundled up to drop off as a donation to the local Deseret. Somewhere there was someone who could use the clothes. They moved Daniel’s body to the military G-Wagon. Veronica and Owen bid Violet a fond farewell climbing into the wagon to rid the house of the clothing and the body.
Meanwhile, Violet finished cleaning out the broken furniture and scrubbing the room with a healthy load of bleach. Violet’s last step was to move a bunch of the boxes from storage into the freshly cleaned room. She hoped change in the appearance would lessen the trigger effect on Owen even though they were moving him into a different room. The wanted him closer so they could keep a watchful eye on him.
Violet stood looking around the room thinking. What must it be like to kill ones own brother? Where is the path going? She sat down to meditate when she noticed a brilliant blue butterfly or moth at the window. She looked again, and it was gone. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. It’s too cold this time of year.
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Landcruiser
Contributing Member
can someone refresh me on the butterfly significance, I thought I remember there being one
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
IIRC that's a Paige thing but ....
I see extensive reviews in my near term.
I think our author does this to buy time when he's struggling w/ a thorny issue. in the story line or maybe, RL. I mean if we're busy, he's got time to craft a solution to his issue which usually leads to a burst of posting so, we win in the end.
Being a still hunter of long standing, my patience is well developed; drives my wife nutz!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
A couple of the more recent ones-
5181, 5210, 5212, 5226, 5272, and then farther back
Working sixty medical kits for simultaneous TCCC and PHTLS classes Monday and Tuesday plus work computer issues all day. I will get more out this weekend because Monday /Tuesday will be a bit hectic, but the blue moth? blame the wife
Well if you wind up with an extra, send it this way
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Pop down tomorrow morning with a shovel and help me move the 10 yards of decomposed granite gravel being dropped off and I will give you one from my garage! (my back hurts even thinking about tomorrow.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
OK, so that qualifies as a 'thorny issue' but blame your good wife for harbouring a blue moth?
Unwise at best I think.
If I was close enough I would be there brother!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
It showed up in her edit
Sportsman
Veteran Member
Kubota is your friend.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Just a WAG but is the DCG the same blue hue as the moth?
I visualize the moth as a clear electric blue, like a light made out of raspberry jello.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Progress
Everyone was worn out. The kids and dogs from a full day playing on snowshoes, Violet, Veronica and Owen from their activities. The conversation started around the dinner table when the kids noticed Daniel was absent.
“What do you mean, gone? Where did he go?” Derek wanted to know. Something wasn’t right here.
“I said, don’t ****ing worry about it. Owen confronted him about some things, and found out some other things. He is gone. Problem taken care of. He won’t be perving your sister, or me or Violet for that matter. I would have thought you would be happy.” Veronica replied.
“Perving on me? Yeah, that make sense. That ****er…” Gretchen’s voice trailed off. She didn’t want to go into it. She was just glad he was gone.
“So, on to other topics.” Violet figured they needed to talk about something different. “I have all the parts Paige said we needed to do a second fuel tank with a transfer pump. We can use the twenty-gallon boat tanks for your trucks. We just put them under the back where the spare tire is supposed to go.”
“That will work, but I think we could carry more if we just put a couple metal drums in the bed of the trucks, we could just pump the fuel in when we stop to refuel. It would be a lot less complicated.” Derek said, glad to have something positive to add.
“I know a place that may still have drums and hand pumps for them.” Owen said, surprising Violet and Veronica. It was the first time he said anything since he and Veronica returned from their errand.
“Well, I think we need to start working on it, and soon. I am not sure why we are changing are plans but we are going north on own to Paige’s grandfathers place. We are not joining up Mom and Dad’s group.” Violet proclaimed looking around the room at all the shocked faces.
“We need to get started soon. We will just get more settled here, into routines. Staying too long will make it harder not easier. When we have to leave it will be like a death.” Violet’s voice carried a tone that struck a chord in everyone. Not a pleasant one at that.
She knew death was the wrong word but it was out there. She could not take it back so she might as well continue,” you will be sad and blue, making it almost impossible to leave. Everyone will second guess every decision. Mayhem will exist, constant fighting dogs and cats living together total chaos will reign.” She tried to lighten the mood.
“All right Violet we get the idea!” Veronica said as pillows flew at her from all directions. Even the puppies joined in knocking down onto the couch licking her face.
Everyone was worn out. The kids and dogs from a full day playing on snowshoes, Violet, Veronica and Owen from their activities. The conversation started around the dinner table when the kids noticed Daniel was absent.
“What do you mean, gone? Where did he go?” Derek wanted to know. Something wasn’t right here.
“I said, don’t ****ing worry about it. Owen confronted him about some things, and found out some other things. He is gone. Problem taken care of. He won’t be perving your sister, or me or Violet for that matter. I would have thought you would be happy.” Veronica replied.
“Perving on me? Yeah, that make sense. That ****er…” Gretchen’s voice trailed off. She didn’t want to go into it. She was just glad he was gone.
“So, on to other topics.” Violet figured they needed to talk about something different. “I have all the parts Paige said we needed to do a second fuel tank with a transfer pump. We can use the twenty-gallon boat tanks for your trucks. We just put them under the back where the spare tire is supposed to go.”
“That will work, but I think we could carry more if we just put a couple metal drums in the bed of the trucks, we could just pump the fuel in when we stop to refuel. It would be a lot less complicated.” Derek said, glad to have something positive to add.
“I know a place that may still have drums and hand pumps for them.” Owen said, surprising Violet and Veronica. It was the first time he said anything since he and Veronica returned from their errand.
“Well, I think we need to start working on it, and soon. I am not sure why we are changing are plans but we are going north on own to Paige’s grandfathers place. We are not joining up Mom and Dad’s group.” Violet proclaimed looking around the room at all the shocked faces.
“We need to get started soon. We will just get more settled here, into routines. Staying too long will make it harder not easier. When we have to leave it will be like a death.” Violet’s voice carried a tone that struck a chord in everyone. Not a pleasant one at that.
She knew death was the wrong word but it was out there. She could not take it back so she might as well continue,” you will be sad and blue, making it almost impossible to leave. Everyone will second guess every decision. Mayhem will exist, constant fighting dogs and cats living together total chaos will reign.” She tried to lighten the mood.
“All right Violet we get the idea!” Veronica said as pillows flew at her from all directions. Even the puppies joined in knocking down onto the couch licking her face.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Preparations Accelerate
The activities definitely shifted the next several days. Everyone was trying to figure out what they were going to take with them, where it was going to be packed and how. Veronica was still going to work, but now it was to submit paperwork and clear out stuff. The announcements had been made. The detachment was moving out to the range and downsizing.
Early retirements were authorized. Veronica didn’t think things would hold together much longer and told her co-workers it was nothing more than rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. At this point, all she was doing was helping pack the shop up. Part of the equipment was being moved to the range, and some was being turned in. Veronica was working hard to make some useful bits slide their way under the radar. She knew how much got lost or became unaccounted for when units shut down, especially on a closing base.
While this was underway, Violet was trying to make other preparations with the help of Owen and the kids.
Derek and Gretchen were scrounging for useful parts at the local junk yards and scrap yards. The big scores they found were a pair of ladder racks for their trucks. The other parts they were still searching for were more rims with decent tires and some brushguards they could modify to fit.
Derek and Gretchen were using Veronica’s Ent as a template for their own travel vehicles. With some lumber for a platform, they figured to make sleeping platforms they could put tents onto. Nothing fancy like the pop up on the G Wagon Ent, but they were starting small.
Owen tried to get into the spirit of things too. He was stripping and redoing the inside of his old van to hold his stuff and be somewhere to sleep at night. His first chore was stripping the interior and putting a bunch of insulation in. He didn’t have the money for anything fancy. Besides, fancy insulation wasn’t around to be bought anyway. Instead, he was going old school.
Owen’s solution was to treat the inside of the van like building a tiny home. He would use wood and house insulation. In some spots along the walls he ran long 8” PVC pipes in the insulation space. In these he would store the fishing gear, bows, arrows and other long fragile things. He was throwing himself into the design and building as a way to distract his mind, not that it worked much.
The activities definitely shifted the next several days. Everyone was trying to figure out what they were going to take with them, where it was going to be packed and how. Veronica was still going to work, but now it was to submit paperwork and clear out stuff. The announcements had been made. The detachment was moving out to the range and downsizing.
Early retirements were authorized. Veronica didn’t think things would hold together much longer and told her co-workers it was nothing more than rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. At this point, all she was doing was helping pack the shop up. Part of the equipment was being moved to the range, and some was being turned in. Veronica was working hard to make some useful bits slide their way under the radar. She knew how much got lost or became unaccounted for when units shut down, especially on a closing base.
While this was underway, Violet was trying to make other preparations with the help of Owen and the kids.
Derek and Gretchen were scrounging for useful parts at the local junk yards and scrap yards. The big scores they found were a pair of ladder racks for their trucks. The other parts they were still searching for were more rims with decent tires and some brushguards they could modify to fit.
Derek and Gretchen were using Veronica’s Ent as a template for their own travel vehicles. With some lumber for a platform, they figured to make sleeping platforms they could put tents onto. Nothing fancy like the pop up on the G Wagon Ent, but they were starting small.
Owen tried to get into the spirit of things too. He was stripping and redoing the inside of his old van to hold his stuff and be somewhere to sleep at night. His first chore was stripping the interior and putting a bunch of insulation in. He didn’t have the money for anything fancy. Besides, fancy insulation wasn’t around to be bought anyway. Instead, he was going old school.
Owen’s solution was to treat the inside of the van like building a tiny home. He would use wood and house insulation. In some spots along the walls he ran long 8” PVC pipes in the insulation space. In these he would store the fishing gear, bows, arrows and other long fragile things. He was throwing himself into the design and building as a way to distract his mind, not that it worked much.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Derek and Gretchen had their trucks up on jack stands in the garage one afternoon when a new vehicle showed up. It was absolutely huge. A monstrous truck with a box on the back, it reminded Derek of a moving van, but different. He slid out from under Gretchen’s truck and checked his pistol as he looked at Gretchen.
“Go get Violet.”
Without a word, Gretchen went inside the house to get Violet. Moments later, Violet was coming down the stairs when the truck’s air brakes let out a big hiss, along with its powerful diesel motor shut down. The driver’s door opened as Violet hit the driveway.
Violet looked at the massive tan double cab medium duty ambulance, trying to figure out who it could be when she saw Bron’s smiling face come around the fender.
“You like?”
“What the hell, Bron? This thing is huge!” Violet said as she walked up to their friend.
“This was my project that got me through my divorce. I’ would get pissed off and have to tear into something up or bang on shit and forget things for awhile, so I would go out and work on my conversion camper!” She said, with her half smirk half grin.
Why such a big ambulance or why an ambulance at all for that matter?” Violet asked, still not believing it.
“I got a hell of a deal for one thing. I won it at an on line auction from some business going bankrupt who used to do a bunch of medical support contracts overseas. Well with all the draw down over the last couple of years, this company had to fold with no new contracts to keep it afloat. Low mileage, big engine, lots of solid spaces and cabinets inside, separate HVAC system and an on board generator for the back already installed. They had to worry about long stretches between locations so it has absolutely monstrous fuel tanks that feed the generator and the engine so, all I had to do was repurpose the inside. Right now I have it piled with a bunch of the stuff from the shop Veronica wanted to steal, I mean transfer to other units, otherwise I would give you the nickel tour.”
Violet looked at this monster, thinking it was the exact opposite of Veronica’s stealth Ent. Bron wasn’t subtle in anything, and this was definitely her. Violet looked over at Derek and Gretchen.
“You heard the woman, we have loot to unload.”
“Go get Violet.”
Without a word, Gretchen went inside the house to get Violet. Moments later, Violet was coming down the stairs when the truck’s air brakes let out a big hiss, along with its powerful diesel motor shut down. The driver’s door opened as Violet hit the driveway.
Violet looked at the massive tan double cab medium duty ambulance, trying to figure out who it could be when she saw Bron’s smiling face come around the fender.
“You like?”
“What the hell, Bron? This thing is huge!” Violet said as she walked up to their friend.
“This was my project that got me through my divorce. I’ would get pissed off and have to tear into something up or bang on shit and forget things for awhile, so I would go out and work on my conversion camper!” She said, with her half smirk half grin.
Why such a big ambulance or why an ambulance at all for that matter?” Violet asked, still not believing it.
“I got a hell of a deal for one thing. I won it at an on line auction from some business going bankrupt who used to do a bunch of medical support contracts overseas. Well with all the draw down over the last couple of years, this company had to fold with no new contracts to keep it afloat. Low mileage, big engine, lots of solid spaces and cabinets inside, separate HVAC system and an on board generator for the back already installed. They had to worry about long stretches between locations so it has absolutely monstrous fuel tanks that feed the generator and the engine so, all I had to do was repurpose the inside. Right now I have it piled with a bunch of the stuff from the shop Veronica wanted to steal, I mean transfer to other units, otherwise I would give you the nickel tour.”
Violet looked at this monster, thinking it was the exact opposite of Veronica’s stealth Ent. Bron wasn’t subtle in anything, and this was definitely her. Violet looked over at Derek and Gretchen.
“You heard the woman, we have loot to unload.”
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kyrsyan
Has No Life - Lives on TB
That I could make into a camper that would survive my son.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
There are some with more ground clearance and 4x4, but these were just some quick examples
heres another , 4x4
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Bron stepped around to the side door of the box. When she opened the door, a set of steps lowered, making iit easier for her to get in.
“You know there is a problem, when you need a ladder to get in.” Violet quipped watching Bron climb up the steps.
“Yeah, well, its part of the price I have to pay for the ground clearance and four wheel drive.” Bron shot back as she started handing boxes out the door.
Violet started carrying them into the garage. Gretchen was next. When she was handed the box, she wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“Where do we put these? In the downstairs storage room?”
Violet answered before anyone else did.
“No, lets stack them up here in the back of the garage so Veronica can sort through them. I would hate to move them three or four times.”
For a good twenty or thirty minutes, the group kept unloading boxes and stacking them in the garage. There were all kinds of boxes; cardboard, shipping trunks, duffle bags and more. The pile kept growing in the garage until finally Bron told them they had the last one.
“OK, Bron, now that the scut work is done, tell me more about this beast.” Violet said as she climbed up the steps into the back of the box.”
Violet was surprised. She was expecting the standard ambulance interior or the standard military style cabinets and such. Instead, everywhere she looked was the warm feel of wood. Wood paneling on the walls, the ceiling, the front of the cabinets, all done in a craftsman style. She just stood and stared.
“Not what you were expecting?” Bron asked her as she stood there. Derek, Gretchen and Owen came in as well.
“Absolutely not!” For a few moments everyone stood in awe, running their hands over the wood and marveling in the stark contrast to what they expected. Bron just stood there with a smile.
“This is bigger than my first apartment! Nicer too!” Violet exclaimed.
Owen thought it was bigger than his last apartment. He pushed those memories back in the corner he was trying to banish them. Instead, he was focusing on things he could do in his own build. He tried to pay attention when Bron started talking again.
“I did the platform bed against the front wall so I still had a huge area for storage and closet. The door in the front corner used to be access to the big ass O2 tanks. It’s now a wet bath. The cabinets down the driver’s side I turned into the kitchen and that’s also where the electrical rat’s nest ends up in the back with the generator. The cabinet in the back of the passenger side is where the rack mounts for the computer gear lives.”
Everyone was ooing and ahing as they looked at everything.
“All this wood must weigh a ton.” Owen commented.
“Not really. Its 1/8” Birch plywood I used to basically make paneling and reface the cabinet doors. I got luck in the whole weight thing as well. The company down in Houston who built it doesn’t use any wood when they build the box. It’s all aluminum frame and honeycomb panels. It was already heavily insulated for the desert heat as well. They originally designed this for critical care long range transport. I found some of the original design plans and concepts. It was planned for up to three medical people working in the back on the patient. That’s why the four door and four seat cab.”
“What about feeding this big ass thing?” Violet was thinking it would take forever to hand pump fuel in for this thing.
“This thing has fuel for days. Three hundred gallon saddle tanks up front and a ninety gallon auxiliary tank in the back for the generator. They used to have two, but I pulled the second one to use the space for water.”
“Shit! That’s a ton of fuel!” Derek exclaimed.
“Actually a ton and a half. I did the math.” Bron smirked.
While everyone else was looking nuts and bolts, Gretchen was looking at the curtains, the painting, and all the other style touches. It looked a lot like some of their parent’s furniture and decorations from Germany.
“I love the designs and colors with everything you’ve done in here.”
“Thanks! It’s my homage to my Romani heritage.”
Violet was paying attention now to the design bits Gretchen was looking at.
“I didn’t know you were Romani?” Violet asked as she traced a finger over one of the inlays.
Bron’s voice took on a different, sadder tone now.
“Yeah, half my family made it out. The other half, Birkenau.” She rubbed the thin bracelet Violet had always seen her wear. It had numbers on it she didn’t understand before. She did now.
“You know there is a problem, when you need a ladder to get in.” Violet quipped watching Bron climb up the steps.
“Yeah, well, its part of the price I have to pay for the ground clearance and four wheel drive.” Bron shot back as she started handing boxes out the door.
Violet started carrying them into the garage. Gretchen was next. When she was handed the box, she wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“Where do we put these? In the downstairs storage room?”
Violet answered before anyone else did.
“No, lets stack them up here in the back of the garage so Veronica can sort through them. I would hate to move them three or four times.”
For a good twenty or thirty minutes, the group kept unloading boxes and stacking them in the garage. There were all kinds of boxes; cardboard, shipping trunks, duffle bags and more. The pile kept growing in the garage until finally Bron told them they had the last one.
“OK, Bron, now that the scut work is done, tell me more about this beast.” Violet said as she climbed up the steps into the back of the box.”
Violet was surprised. She was expecting the standard ambulance interior or the standard military style cabinets and such. Instead, everywhere she looked was the warm feel of wood. Wood paneling on the walls, the ceiling, the front of the cabinets, all done in a craftsman style. She just stood and stared.
“Not what you were expecting?” Bron asked her as she stood there. Derek, Gretchen and Owen came in as well.
“Absolutely not!” For a few moments everyone stood in awe, running their hands over the wood and marveling in the stark contrast to what they expected. Bron just stood there with a smile.
“This is bigger than my first apartment! Nicer too!” Violet exclaimed.
Owen thought it was bigger than his last apartment. He pushed those memories back in the corner he was trying to banish them. Instead, he was focusing on things he could do in his own build. He tried to pay attention when Bron started talking again.
“I did the platform bed against the front wall so I still had a huge area for storage and closet. The door in the front corner used to be access to the big ass O2 tanks. It’s now a wet bath. The cabinets down the driver’s side I turned into the kitchen and that’s also where the electrical rat’s nest ends up in the back with the generator. The cabinet in the back of the passenger side is where the rack mounts for the computer gear lives.”
Everyone was ooing and ahing as they looked at everything.
“All this wood must weigh a ton.” Owen commented.
“Not really. Its 1/8” Birch plywood I used to basically make paneling and reface the cabinet doors. I got luck in the whole weight thing as well. The company down in Houston who built it doesn’t use any wood when they build the box. It’s all aluminum frame and honeycomb panels. It was already heavily insulated for the desert heat as well. They originally designed this for critical care long range transport. I found some of the original design plans and concepts. It was planned for up to three medical people working in the back on the patient. That’s why the four door and four seat cab.”
“What about feeding this big ass thing?” Violet was thinking it would take forever to hand pump fuel in for this thing.
“This thing has fuel for days. Three hundred gallon saddle tanks up front and a ninety gallon auxiliary tank in the back for the generator. They used to have two, but I pulled the second one to use the space for water.”
“Shit! That’s a ton of fuel!” Derek exclaimed.
“Actually a ton and a half. I did the math.” Bron smirked.
While everyone else was looking nuts and bolts, Gretchen was looking at the curtains, the painting, and all the other style touches. It looked a lot like some of their parent’s furniture and decorations from Germany.
“I love the designs and colors with everything you’ve done in here.”
“Thanks! It’s my homage to my Romani heritage.”
Violet was paying attention now to the design bits Gretchen was looking at.
“I didn’t know you were Romani?” Violet asked as she traced a finger over one of the inlays.
Bron’s voice took on a different, sadder tone now.
“Yeah, half my family made it out. The other half, Birkenau.” She rubbed the thin bracelet Violet had always seen her wear. It had numbers on it she didn’t understand before. She did now.
Shotgun Willy
Contributing Member
I wouldn’t mind having one of these with a Mr. Fusion to power it.