Pow! Bang! Ka-Boom
! Caught yer attention, didnít it -- like a little slap up the side of the head?
As will the latest addition to Millicent.
But first, background. Itís a simple fact that most of us cannot afford the Big Vehicle we would really like to own, like a Prevost Marathon, so we jury-rig ourselves a modest facsimile out of a decommissioned school bus instead. I can live with that. And sleep at night too, since, at least, I didnít get rich by exploiting or defrauding anybody. (Yeah, thatís a stretch, but.... )
Now, since we do know what those Prevost Marathons look like, we sometimes engage is a bit of humor -- including gallows humor -- where we compare our own rattletrap buses with said $ 1.000.000,- palaces-on-wheels. Any laugh is a good laugh! At least until the lawyers show up.
But for me, those days are over. Millicent will never be mistaken for a Prevost, not even as a joke -- as of today. Because today was the day when I installed the Beverly Hillbillies Pipe.
More commonly, such a pipe is a bit larger in diameter and serves as a chimney for a wood stove. Mine is only two inches in diameter, but it certainly gets The Look across. Here we go (Stand clear!):
Technically, it is the vent for Millicentís sewage tank -- which is located in a (former) luggage compartment. Iím pondering some cute ďmuzzle brakeĒ for the tip of it. But no frills this week, nor next, because Millicent must get ready for Burning Man. Two weeks and a few hours to departure from Clearlake. Two months worth of work to do first.
All non-essential projects are sidelined. All non-vital spending is redlined. 14 days.
But the water closet is bolted to the floor now. MAJOR progress!:
This shot shows the relationship between the shower and the commode. Hopefully, there will be enough room in the middle for toweling and changing as so forth.
The throne is a Thetford Aria Classic.
Donít ask me about the other Stuff in the picture.
Now, to wrap up this Sundayís sermon on the evils of $ 1.000.000,- palaces-on-wheels....
When I walk down the street towards my house, and Millicent comes into view, that Hillbilly Vent Pipe just about jumps out and smacks me up-da-side-uh-deh-head like POW!
Get's my 'tenshon, you might say.
Maybe I can incorporate it in the paint? How about painting a nice big brick chimney around it?
Meanwhile, at least Iím probably safe from the lawyers at Prevost and Marathon. I doubt they are much into "Ka-Boom