Fahrfromhome - Sylvan Lake 2014

Now that the fuel lines have been repaired and the bus is road worthy I decided to take it out for a little run this past weekend.  Nothing too far a field just about 300 km ( 187 miles for my American friends).  There was an event called FAHRFROMHOME in Sylvan Lake, AB.  It was billed as a massive gathering of Alberta Volkwagens.  It didn't disappoint.  I don't know what the official count was but I'd bet it's somewhere between 250 - 300 VWs of all shapes and sizes.

Sadly there weren't many buses, maybe 6 in all and for people who like the air cooled VWs you'd be crushed with disappointment as there were maybe 14-16 air cooled VWs in all . We were far out numbered by GTIs, Cabriolets and other water cooled VDubs.

If you check out the Club Vee-Dub Facebook page for some more pictures.

Additonal FAHRFROMHOME PICTURES

All in all it was a great time and a good opportunity to go for a cruise and meet some new people.

Looking ahead to this week, I think I'm going to head out and go camping for the weekend.  Not sure where I'm going to go but I was thinking Two Jack Lake or maybe McNabb.  They aren't too far and hopefully reasonably warm over night.

Here's hoping for a good weekend, no rain, warm fire and no breakdowns!

Spring has sprung, and so have my fuel lines

Spring is finally here in the Canadian North and most of the snow is gone.  I say most because here in Calgary because of the proximity to the Rocky Mountains there is still some snow at higher altitudes.  All that said, it's a clear signal to the buss cleaned out and ready to roll for the next 5/6 months.

I rolled the bus to the end of the drive way, cleaned it out then went and got the keys.  I was a little hesitant as it had sat for the past 5 months dormant in the drive way with suffering through one of the coldest winters on record. I turned the key, and to may shock it started on the first try.  I was so excited.  I sat in the driver's seat listening to the engine idle up dreaming of the road trips ahead. That's when things went off the rails.

To be fair, it was a minor thing but it still had to be dealt with.  I smelled gas.  Raw gas.  Here we go again with the fuel lines.  I cut the engine and went to work.  It took me about 2 hours and, a lot of cussing and the obligatory sacrifice of blood.  Fuel lines replaced and ready to go.  Just in time too...