Warning: The first part of this post is a bit depressing. If you’re not in the mood to handle a depressing post, you can skip the first paragraph and come back to it later when you’re mentally prepared.
I feel like I took a beating this week. Monday started out ok, nothing special happened. Tuesday, however, was the day from hell. First, I spent part of the night feeling sick and had to go into work a little late. Maybe my body knew somehow that the day was cursed and was trying to avoid it. On my way into work, I spilled coffee all over my white shirt. Then, when I got to work, I accidentally stuck my smart card (my badge that I have to insert into the computer to log on) into the cd drive because someone had the clever idea to put the card reader directly above the cd drive just to mess with people like me who are having a bad day and not paying attention. ugh Of course, I couldn’t get it out and I couldn’t go anywhere without my badge, so I had to recruit a coworker to go with me to the IT floor to get someone to help me. The guy took my computer apart, but I finally had my badge again after about an hour of wasted time! After that, I thought things could only get better. Unfortunately, I was wrong. It was a nice day outside, so I decided to forego my usual spin class and head home to take Baxter for a run in the park by my house. While we were out on our run, I saw a guy on a motorcycle hit a gravel patch, then the curb, then lose control and crash. I wasn’t very far away, so I ran over immediately, thinking somehow I could help. I don’t know what I was thinking since I didn’t have my cell phone, not to mention that I had a dog with me. I guess it was just instinctual. I was the first person to arrive on the scene, and as soon as I saw him, I wished I hadn’t. He wasn’t wearing a helmet, and his head injuries were pretty severe. I asked if he could hear me, and he didn’t respond even though his eyes were open. He also wasn’t moving. I noticed another car had stopped at this point, and the woman was calling 911. I was relieved. I thought the woman would get out of her car and come over, but she didn’t. The furthest she got was to open her car door and step right outside of it. She kept her distance and yelled over to me to answer the 911 operator’s questions. A guy then runs up to me and frantically asks, “What do I do? What do I do?” I was trying to hold it together. I guess everyone handles emergency situations differently. A few seconds later, a nurse pulled up in her car and, with a somber expression on her face, quickly walked over to the man, holding some type of first aid kit. I stared at the man for another minute as people started showing up from all around. I wondered if I needed to stay to talk to the police. I didn’t know if anyone else had actually seen the accident. Since it was only him and no other driver was involved, I thought maybe I didn’t need to stay. At this point, I thought I might start bawling uncontrollably, so I decided I’d better go. I knew he was getting help from the nurse until the ambulance arrived, and I was just in the way. When I got home I cried really hard. I don’t think I’ve cried that hard since my dad died. I think I spent the rest of the week trying not to think about this man but failing miserably. He was the first thing I thought of when I woke up and the last thing I thought of when I went to sleep. I tried to look up information online about him, because I thought I could have some sense of closure if I knew what happened to him. I’m pretty sure he didn’t survive, but I couldn’t find anything online about it. Unfortunately, these types of motorcycle accidents are WAY too common. If only he had been wearing his helmet, he would have been ok! This whole incident got me thinking a lot about what is really important to me in life. My family and my friendships are by far the most important things to me. And Baxter too of course. I want to tell my family and friends how much I love them every day, but that’s not always possible and would be a little over the top if I really did that I guess. I hope that they know how important they are to me without me having to say it every day. I kind of feel silly spending so much of my time alone, working on Junebug, when I don’t know how much longer I will have to spend with the people I care about. Life can be over so quickly and unceremoniously. I guess I keep working on Junebug because without a goal to work toward, I would feel lost. And I felt lost this week and needed something to take my mind off of it.
So, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I will switch to the updates on my progress this weekend. Junebug has a few bruises as well thanks to my mistakes. It didn’t go perfectly (but when does it ever?), but I did finally finish getting the roof folded over and stapled down. it was definitely the toughest job I’ve had to do yet, even harder than putting the side skins on last weekend. Maybe because I was doing it alone, but I think it was just physically exhausting.
I started yesterday by finishing the insulation on the back panel. I realized immediately that Oscar, my welder, had forgotten to leave some wire for the license plate light. ugh! I had to call him because I wasn’t sure if I should wire it myself since that didn’t work too well the last time. haha Luckily, Oscar is a really nice guy and was able to come by my house around 6pm yesterday to fix the problem. He tested all of the wires and they worked, so let’s hope they stay that way once the lights are hooked up!
Next, I set out to patch up the mistake I made when cutting the side skin. I cut a piece to fit over it and overlap slightly, then sealed the gap with gutter seal. It doesn’t look perfect, but I’m hoping maybe it won’t be that noticeable once the drip rail is on since it’s up high.
On Saturday, I also finished trimming the bottom edge of the curb side and then folding it under. I put a few staples in, but not many because I will be screwing in some trim along the bottom and sealing it with gutter seal.
Today, I first removed a few of the stainless screws I had put into the curbing (the little strips of wood all along the outside of the frame that the roof staples into). I decided that now that the curbing was in place and the curves were achieved, I didn’t need quite as many screws. I was also worried about the screws being too close together and getting in the way of the screws that will hold the drip rail in place.
After that, I started securing the skin. I started at the front, and worked my way toward the rear. I did small sections on either side, going back and forth to hopefully avoid any buckling in the aluminum.
I eventually corrected the buckling, but unfortunately the whole roof moved slightly toward the street side as a result. Luckily I had enough skin left on the curb side to make up for it. It was slight enough of a change the it didn’t make the pattern in the skin look uneven (thank goodness!).
When I got to the rear of Junebug, I realized that I needed to go ahead and attach the tail lights so that I could make sure the excess wire was safely under the skin where I wouldn’t accidentally put a screw through it. I thought that would be an easy job, but it actually took forever! I couldn’t get the Batt connectors to hold the wire like Oscar could. I didn’t have a crimping tool, so I had to make do with my wire cutters. When I crimped the batt connector, I accidentally cut through it a couple of times. I finally got the wires to stay, but I’m a little nervous that the lights won’t work when I hook them up. I didn’t have the heart to try them tonight in case they didn’t work. I will try them next weekend when I’m not so exhausted. If something went wrong, I’ll have to undo the back panel and then restaple it after fixing the lights. It’s doable, but I REALLY don’t want to do that!
Unfortunately, I ran into another buckling problem, right at the end! You can see where the buckling occurred, right next to the steel beam. I also cut the holes in the skin in the wrong spot and had to make them much wider, thanks to my initial buckling problem. So… Junebug is going to be far from perfect at the end of this. But I’m not perfect either. I mean, who wants to be perfect? That’s so boring. hahaha
I’m hoping that the bumper will help to hide these little blemishes. I am also rethinking my plan to put the spare tire on the tongue, and may put it back here after all.
And here’s a shot of the whole thing after two hard days of labor. I still need to finish the very bottom of the rear, but it’s almost there! I also need to finish cutting out the window holes and add the drip rail and trim.
I’m glad this week is over. I am hoping that next week will be better!
She’s beautiful! I don’t think your patch job or the other minor missteps are going to be noticeable to anyone but you. great job!
Thanks Mom! I hope you’re right, it is true that no one notices all of the little details as much as me.
As your neighbor we have been watching this project from the beginning and think you are doing an beautiful job. When you have setbacks, you just figure out another way to get where you are going. My husband likes to joke about you being our little woodpecker when he hears you tapping away next door. Keep up the great work. Junebug is going to be beautiful.
Thanks Becky! That’s really sweet of you to say. I didn’t know my nickname was the little woodpecker, that’s really funny. 🙂