Resurrected Mini

She's ALIVE!
As you may recall, it's been a long haul.
April 25, 2008 : the saga begins
July 12, 2008: the continuing story

When last we left Mini, she was waiting patiently in line behind

the '79 Honda cx500 which has spent much of the past year living at the home of a bike fixer. It came home a couple of times but had to go back to the doc - torn stitches or something.

The age plus mystery-black-box-which-has-no-new-market-replacement-and-can't-be-circumvented-so-ya-gotta-find-an-old'en-that-works (gasp for breath here) made this fix challenging but now completed! Stan hopes to start ridin' it to work this week.
Now, to come up with a suitable name...

You can see that Mini welcomed the repaired old man with motherly tenderness & caution.

How do you like the new & improved Mini?

Gnarly?
Gotcha! (Or probably NOT!) That's not Mini.

That's some gangsta' wheels that whistled & tried to pick her up. "Hey, baby, come with me - I'm loaded."

Don't worry, we sent him packing.
(Who would do that to a Villager? LOL!)
Here's the real girl with master mechanic Robert checking out my marvelous mechanic's handiwork prior to starting the heart, eh, engine.
Stan wanted to MAKE SURE everything was hooked up the right way before adding the juice.

And she purrs! Just in time for summer with that frigid A/C! Yea!

Sidebar: Remember that BB had no A/C & the windows wouldn't budge - one reason I so missed Mini? For our anniversary BB got her A/C fixed. For my birthday, Robert helped Stan install a new driverside window motor so now my window goes down & up & down & up & down & up. :-)
But back to Mini: Still a little work is needed before she's officially on the road again - although those two took her for a little spin & got noticed by Mr. Policeman - of course, Mini had no hood & they ducked into a sideroad to quickly buckle their seatbelts (ticketing violation here in FL) & both realized that their wallets were still IN THE GARAGE. He followed them home but didn't stop them, PTL!

Living in the garage has not kept Mini from gaining some new body decor. Rachel claims Maryn is the heart artist but I'm not so sure. I see no signature & true artists ALWAYS sign their work.

Well, maybe not in a dust medium.

Here's a new face. This '89 Ford Taurus is Stan's new SHO car, standard with A/C & a sun roof, power windows & a security system that locks down everything until the proper code is entered in the door keypad.

I call her Beauty (Black Beauty, Beauty & the Beast - it fits!) but Stan wants a different name. Any suggestions?

Beauty is replacing Ranger as Stan's drive to work vehicle when he's not on the Honda. Ranger donated his tag to the cause & has been offered to the kids in age order for the price of transferring the title & purchasing a new tag & ins.

(suspenseful music here)

As Mini's saga ends, there are still some nagging questions:

Will Jacob take Ranger so he has a vehicle to drive when it rains OR will Caleb snatch up this deal so he has a vehicle ready & waiting when he gets his license OR will the boys let Rachel (who's always said she wanted a truck) become the new owner? Did Mini's A/C survive the engine transplant? Will Beauty gain a new name?

I'll keep you posted.

Centennial Flashback

OK, so it's not 100 years. Blog # 100. Cool beans!

Flashback to blog #1
I was excited about the movie
Expelled:
No Intelligence Allowed
opening at the theater.
Now it is out on DVD.
Haven't taken the time to see it yet? Now's your chance.

Stan picked up a copy at Walmart for the library. Funny thing: He said they were hard to find and only a few copies were available. Now, that doesn't sound like Wallyworld for a typical movie DVD premiere.

The website is still active and offers a petition opportunity and a bobblehead Ben among other things. Too funny! http://www.expelledthemovie.com/
Ben Stein says that Expelled was the #1 documentary in 2008 and has produced change "from the legislature to the classroom." PTL!

Blog # 2 dealt mainly with the county fair (held in the spring) & the Spurs in the playoffs. Spurs lost to the Lakers in the Western Conference finals. Maybe next time!

In blog #3 Rachel was about to get braces. Here are my three sweet braces faces. Rachel's orthodontists are wanting a couple of her teeth which have refused to erupt to be "exposed", cut & stitch open the gum & attach a wire to pull the tooth down. OUCHIE. We are praying that they will move without medical intervention.
Caleb may get his off soon. YEA!
Jacob is dealing with cavities along with the braces. Come on, Boy! Brush & floss that gated community!

Blog #4 began our Mini Saga.
Current update: Dr. Stan is working on putting the engine back together. It's coming right along but slower with him working days at his real job. It would be great to have Mini going before Thanksgiving (and potentially possible) so we might get to visit my mom. Red is prepared to donate exhaust pipes since Mini didn't have any. The surgeon is not expecting any rejection problems.

Blog #5 = more Spurs. Sigh.

In blog # 6, Rachel purchased a kilt for Jacob. I know you've been waiting for this photo for a long time. :-) On the rest of his attire, Maryn painted the shirt in one of her classes. It says "I like cheese" and has a picture of a llama (Jacob's nickname, thank you Jake G.).
Yes. He is also wearing the ugly tattoo arm hose I mentioned before. He insisted. Reading about the painted people in Rosemary Sutcliff's books must have rubbed off. We do have some English, Irish & Scotch ancestry so perhaps he comes by some of this stuff genetically. :-)
JIC you are concerned about my son wearing a SKIRT, check out these manly men http://www.kiltmen.com/photogallery3.htm
Jacob liked the kilted paintball team.

Mini Saga

Oxymoron? You decide!

Some people purchase vehicles when the one they currently drive hits a certain odometer reading or develops too many mechanical problems. Our motivation for acquiring the last few vehicles?

CHILDREN.

We only claim four.

Something to remember about children is that they expand with age.
Some of them grow very long legs & arms which fill up the space in a back seat very rapidly.

Thus the desire for a different vehicle.

Act 1

About three years ago I began praying for a mini van.

Most homeschoolers have them - you almost feel like you are not really in the "home school club" without one but we'd managed so far with our beautiful burgandy buick.

The boys said their friends called it the clown car because when the six of us arrived somewhere, with all the unfolding of arms & legs (remember they are LONG) as the boys extracted themselves from the Buick bowels (aka the back seat), more people seemed to be exiting the car than were actually squeezing out. Hm.

An alternative would be for us to drive the Beast > our 1984 Clubwagon (the tan van driven by my man Stan) which seats 12 & is great for packing with friends for FIELDTRIPS
However, with no A/C, the high humidity along with summer temperatures in north Florida (NOTE:summer in N FL can begin in March or April and often lasts through November)experienced while traveling in Beastie leaves one stuck-to-the-vinyl-seats drenched and hot-air-in-the-face windblown by the time church is reached a mere 20 minutes away. The Beast can pull heavy loads but is ravenous (10 mpg loaded or empty - in the photo above, you can see Stan through the window feeding the beast). It has been a fun ride & a wonderful blessing. We actually bought the Beast when I was expecting Caleb because my '69 Mustang Grande' didn't have enough seatbelts...
No, it's not for sale.


So, as I said at the beginning, I began to pray for a minivan. Months passed but I persisted. I knew we really couldn't afford to purchase another vehicle but MY FATHER owns the cattle on a thousand hills
so anything was possible.

I answered the phone while I was fixing lunch one day in January 2006 and my friend Rachael
said to me, "You know we just recently bought a new minivan and we were thinking about selling our old one but when we prayed about it, we felt like we should give it away and you came to mind. By any chance would you like to have our '93 Mercury Villager? It has some problems..."

When I could talk again we rejoiced together over answered prayer then discussed the details. Soon Mini came to live at our house & my wonderful live-in mechanic fixed her up.

What a fantastic A/C! Leg room for the kiddos and even one extra seatbelt.

Over the past two years, we took Mini to visit friends & family (ours, not hers, Silly!) in Texas, Alabama, Georgia & Tennessee as well as taking her to church and fieldtrips on a regular basis.

Why, you ask, is Mini a "her"? Excellent question! The answer is that she is moody. Sometimes the radio works - maybe there is a song on that she likes? Sometimes she locks her doors when we are inside > keeping us safe, perhaps? Sometimes she locks all the doors when we get out or just locks the driver's door - not wanting to go? Sometimes the door attached power seatbelts work & sometimes we have to do them manually - not that we mind. What personality!

When Jacob got his license we let him drive Mini since she had the smallest engine which in our minds equaled safer driving. We hoped he didn't get teased too badly about driving her to work & college. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tr0RAMVSRGo On the contrary, everyone loved having the spacious Mini to take the whole gang places. She was a hit!

Act 2

Speaking of hits, earlier this semester, when Jacob pulled into a parking space at college, Mini's oil filter (which we didn't previously realize sticks down in front of the front tire - whose bright design was that?) collided with the concrete barrier at the edge of the parking space. This cut the filter resuling in a huge oil spill and a drained engine. Mini conked-out on the way home.

After an oil transfusion, my marvelous mechanic managed to motivate Mini's motor to move. But she had a bad knock. Her days were numbered.

Jacob was told to "baby" her so she'd last as long as possible.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch - okay, it's just a rural lot on a deadend dirt road - the mama (that's me) called around seeking a replacement engine. A new one was over $2000 (more than Mini's blue book value). A used engine with 175,000 miles on it was $750. So we waited.

Stan saw an ad for a comparable minivan posted at work. If I remember correctly, the asking price was $1000. Stan called & the guy said he'd take $700. He went to see it & asked some questions about it & the guy offered to sell it for $500.

So we drove to Jax to get Red.

Driving home, Stan noticed that Red's engine had a knock but a different kind (read "he could fix this one") than Mini. Since Mini is the nicer of the two vehicles, Stan decided to do a motor/transmission transplant when Mini finally bit the dust.

Act 3

Alas, the dust has been bit, uh, bitten.

On the way to class one morning before Easter, something broke loose and shot out of the bottom of Mini's engine through the oil pan. Poor thing bled out & died. We used the Beast to drag her home again and now she sits in the garage patiently awaiting her transplant. We are not expecting any rejection trouble with the donor parts. The surgeon's biggest hindrance is a backlog of projects - and no, they are not (all) on a "honey-do" list.

Jacob is driving the Beast until he's legal to drive the 450. On Sundays, the boys sardine into the Buick's backseat, Rachel snuggles up front between her two favorite parents and the clown car rolls to church.

Our goal is for Mini to be road-worthy by the time Stan's folks come to visit us at the end of May.

I'll keep you posted!