dancin'

shipping crate steel support for a red Honda CL90 Scrambler - vintage 1967

the CCP* (current cowboy project)

A shipping crate for the red Scrambler. A bike the cowboy built from spare parts found mostly on ebay and a bike that currently resides in a garage, living part of a former life, in a city on the edge of the prairies. He'll repeat that same 4000km trek again sometime in April, a trip to tidy up the final remnants of that former life - one of which is to ship his red bike home to Nova Scotia.

And of course what's a handy guy to do ? but to buy a used shipping crate from a local bike shop for 15.00, retreat to your heated (via wood stove) garden shed/shop, pencil out a few measurements and schematics using the Nova Scotia silver Scrambler to determine fit and size. Fire up that much loved steel cutting saw and Voila !! the steel skeleton of a shipping crate he will pack into the back of the motorhome avec la brown hound Bess and off they'll go - central/western Canada bound - sometime in April. This weekend he's building the plywood skin that gets bolted over the steel frame, complete with painted rectangular areas (white of course) for clear & concise labeling and instructions. Be still my heart. I love this man.

Here at 29 Black Street he's got our 100+ year old, stone foundation - basement clean, dry, empty, cat friendly, sparse, energy efficient and generally a hummin'. He's replaced the broken dryer hose and vent in my laundry room (that was my Valentines day present), he's tightened up a few tres drafty areas, moved the thermostat to another room so that now the heat in this house is consistent everywhere instead of the former 3 distinct winter climatic conditions (freezing, very cold & colder) which I endured for - oh, 17 years. He's fixed the leak from my washing machine - the one that had been causing the floor boards to rot - No. 64 on the list of smallish things that have been amiss with this old brick house for ages. and unfortunately any item on that list that came after No. 7 I had pretty thrown my hands up to despair and was most often contemplated going outside to lie on the lawn until someone came to rescue me. Generally speaking, any item on the list after about No. 7 I'd said to myself a resounding F&ck it !! (pardon) I'd said Uncle ! Uncle ! Uncle !

This week he replaced the hand held shower hose with a beautiful stainless steel kink free model and he fixed the vacuum cleaner (a new belt ?!?). Sighing, sighing and more good sighing.

He, the freakin' Prince of All Things Good - he just makes me feel like dancin'
dancin', dancin' dance the night way - I feel like dancin'

come on now... I know ya want to ... sing along with Leo & me

You've got a cute way of talkin'
You've got the better of me ...