Spent an unreasonable hot day in the junkyard, drug crawling around inside vans and harvesting body-trim clips.
They’re these cheap, utterly unique little white nylon thingies. You can’t buy them from Ford, aftermarket sellers don’t sell them, you literally have to crawl through several Ford vans, popping out the headliner ribs and slipping clips out.
Usually no big deal.
Today it was 96 degrees out when I got to the junkyard. At 10:30.
Inside the van I picked (a wheelchair-conversion with a pristine headliner) it must have been close to 120.
I worked until 11:30.
P.S. – good news back from the ARTery – we’ll be sited on the playa. See you all out there.
BOOyah.
So: We could have pulled together a mad/brilliant mutation in time to qualify for a driving license at Burning Man.
But we would have died trying.
It’s hot. We’re exhausted. There’s a lot of wiring left to do. And we seem to remember enjoying spending time with the kids, generic and hope we can get some of that in before heading out to the playa.
Plus, we figure that with good siting, plenty of people will find it, and maybe recommend it to their friends, and come back to play it repeatedly if they like it. Our vision still stands – we want people to find it, interact with it, bring their own instruments and talents and sick noise-making inspiration, and play the van. That’ll work whether we’re moving around or not. And maybe even better … not.
At right is a crudely photoshopped image of how the sun-shades should look once we get ’em installed.
And here’s what I just wrote to the DMV: Continue reading XyloVan will be stationary in BRC – and that’s okay →
misadventures in resonant metal
