Saturday, January 26, 2019

Use It Up, Wear It Out, Make It Do, or Do Without!

In 1995, it became necessary to obtain another car, as I was turning over my beloved 11-year-old Honda Prelude to Brynn, who had become sixteen.  To my surprise and delight, Paula let me buy a two-year-old Mazda Miata, which at the time was a reasonably cool little sports car.
That was 26 years ago, and since then, it has been a daily driver when I wasn't on my bicycle,
it has been "driven" by a bunch of grandkids who couldn't resist blowing the air horn I installed,
it has survived some bad weather,
it's been borrowed by friends and family,
it has been lent to teenage daughters in exchange for cleaning it,
and it has been washed by a bunch of grandkids, who found it to be just the right size.
Of course, after a good cleaning, one must drive it around the block, no?
It has been included in Halloween "Trunk-or-Treats" (that's Mike, not an Egyptian, and by the way, that's not much of a trunk).
It sat in the garage up on jack stands for almost five years while we were in South America,
and was still in great shape when we got back.  When I put a battery back in, it started right up and ran as if we'd been gone a week.
However, stuff doesn't last forever, and the leather seats finally gave up (actual photo of someone else's upholstery problems).
I got a price from the good upholstery shop in town who had earlier replaced the convertible top, thanked them and drove home.  Unfortunately, they wanted $1,376.00, which was $329.00 more than what North Carolina thinks the whole car is worth for taxes.
Ever the cheapskate, and finding positive online reviews, I ordered new leather seat covers from a place in Indiana, from a courteous fellow with a southern Asian accent.  Ten days later, a stuffed cardboard box arrived, and this was the shipping label:  
If you read the "Shipperes" address, you'll notice that these did not come from Indiana.  And before you start mulling over funny lines, they were stoutly constructed of good leather.
So the guys in Indiana contacted the guys in Karachi, Pakistan, they made the covers, and shipped them to Raleigh, all in ten days.  Can you say, "globalization?!"
How do you reupholster car seats, you ask?  Easy!  It's spelled Y-O-U-T-U-B-E, the source of all instruction in the known universe.  I pretty quickly got the seats out and disassembled,
and began unclipping the hog rings that held on the old leather covers.  "Hog rings?!" you ask, yes, hog rings.  
The name comes from their use in animal husbandry, where they are attached to the pig's nose to keep them from "rooting," whatever that means.
Somebody, somewhere figured out they were good for attaching auto upholstery also, and so I obtained a kit.
I (very extremely) briefly had a thought pass through my mind, but I quickly realized that Paula probably wouldn't go for it.
I also remembered that she doesn't "root" that much anyway.  
Part of the deal on reupholstering old car seats is building the foam back up, which you apparently do, and I did, by steaming it, and by adding some additional foam.
Yee Hah!  Pretty soon I was hog-ringing with the best of them.
In the record-setting time of only two days, I had done both seats.  That record (which by the way was for the longest reupholstery job ever on just two seats) will probably stand for a century.  
In the end, they came out all right, and I had saved about $800.00, considering that my time nowadays is worth $0.00/hour.  I had also gained an appreciation for a) the real difficulty involved in doing leather car seats, b) for the international trade in animal hide products, c) for hog rings and their various uses, and d) a bunch of cuts, scrapes and a headache from glue fumes.
We hope that your car seats hold together until you can get rid of the thing and make it someone else's problem.
Dave & Paula

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Every family needs one!

A dumpster, that is, parked in front of their house!
A couple of months ago, we noticed a musty smell in the kitchen, and no, it wasn't something I had cooked.  We searched high and low, but we couldn't find the source.  The experts finally took a look, and sure enough, a slow leak behind the wall under sink had doomed the subfloor for a distance  out in to the kitchen.
Look, I love Paula, and that's been true for almost 42 years.
That is why I have decided not to have the leaking pipe checked for her DNA.  I mean, if she caused the leak just so that she can have a new kitchen...well, that's her problem.
We finally got on someone's schedule to start the renovation.  That meant moving the contents of the kitchen to other places,
and dismantling as much of the room as we could.   (Notice her big grin.  Again, I'm not sayin'...)
It's a shame to put still-functioning devices in the landfill, so we were glad to give the old things away to folks that could use them.  No, not the Miata, the refrigerator!
Pretty soon, it was as bare as we could get it, minus the island (someone's new garage table), the refrigerator, the microwave, the gas stove and some cupboards that will be used elsewhere.
Then the REAL guys came along and got to work.
The floor around the sink area, as well as the wallboard, insulation, etc. were pretty bad.  In addition, weakness elsewhere in the subfloor was clearly apparent, left over from The Great Flood of 1989.  In that one, the washer hose blew out while we were at the beach and ran for at least a day unnoticed.
 If any of you have seen The Money Pit (Tom Hanks, Shelly Long,circa 1986),
you'll remember that the time estimate on everything was "two weeks."  Until then, we'll be cooking on a borrowed hot plate, with a mini-fridge in the garage.  Mmm-mmm!  Washer-top chicken again tonight!! 
We hope that your house holds together, and that someday you get to have your own dumpster anyway.  They are soooo convenient!
Dave & Paula