Today was the final scheduled repair for Uma the VRRV.
The left side radius arm bushings were replaced. The mechanic had noted they were dry rotted and compressed while doing a front end alignment.
Below pic shows the bushing in question, you can see the dry rot condition of the bushing. Also, the gap between it and arm, should not be there.
Radius Arm
So, for the record:
Ball Joint, upper and lower.
Inside and outside tie rods.
Transmission drained/refilled. Serpentine belt inspected and found good.
Rear brake pads and rotors replaced.
Repairs for next year, the spring shackles and bushings for the rear suspension.
The desire to once again resume RV dispersed camping has not arisen yet. Finding it quite comfy relaxing at home for now. That, and need to have the credit card cool off a bit from the repair costs lately.
We also had our 19 year old water heater in the house develop a leak, and had to replace it recently.
Twenty-five years have passed since the morning our soil became a battlefield, but a quarter-century has done nothing to dull the edge of our resolve. Time moves forward, skylines are rebuilt, and generations rise that never saw the smoke, but the pact made in the embers of September 11, 2001, remains absolute: Never Forget. Never Forgive.
We do not forget the 2,977 innocent lives stolen in Manhattan, inside the Pentagon, and in a field outside Shanksville. We do not forget the terror inflicted upon our people, the families shattered in an instant, or the agony of a nation forced to watch its own burning. The names etched in bronze are not abstract figures of history; they are a permanent record of an unprovoked, cold-blooded act of war.
And we do not forgive the enemy who struck us.
Forgiveness requires a world that did not exist that morning and cannot exist while evil seeks our destruction. To forgive would be to minimize the slaughter of our citizens, to trivialize the ultimate sacrifice of the first responders who charged into the flames, and to betray the warriors who spent the next two decades hunting down those responsible in every dark corner of the globe. Justice was delivered to the architects of that day, but the stance remains unyielding: those who plot the ruin of our nation will find no quarter, no amnesty, and no absolution.
Standing at this 25-year marker, memory is our weapon and our duty. We keep the watch with hardened hearts and sharp focus. We pass down the truth of that day to those who follow—not as a soft lesson in healing, but as a stern testament to vigilance.
Two decades and a half later, our vow has not withered. We remember the cost. We honor the fallen. We hold the line.
Never Forget. Never Forgive.
Commentary:
I remember how united this country was shortly after the cowardly terrorist attacks. It didn't last very long, did it, this unity?
All the blood and treasure spent since then....and I'm not sure we changed anything.
Tire cupping evidence on the front wheels led to the replacement of the front shocks, which were apparently toast. Only got about 30K miles from those shock absorbers since they were replaced back in July of 2023. It was pricey.
Of course, the tires were also due to be replaced after the trip to the eastern half of the country, so that was another bunch of money for six new tires. Still, one can't really skimp on tires eh?
The windshield was replaced due to the cracks I'd lived with for quite a while having grown too long. $250 deductible, the rest covered by insurance.
Today, September 10, my new mechanic shop (way less costly) finished work on replacement of the front end ball joints/tie rods/tie rod ends. My old previous mechanic shop had noted the work needed to be done, but had provided a costly estimate. An estimate that almost resulted in me disposing of the motorhome.
Also had the transmission drained/refilled (almost 8 qts) along with both the inner and remote filters. They also pointed out to me that the RV has a transmission oil cooler! Never realized that.
Luckily, the offer I made to "give it away" wasn't accepted in time and I was able to gracefully withdraw it.
Shopped around two other spots and found a less expensive option and my new mechanic shop. They're not really a shop per se. They're a mobile repair service specializing in heavy trucks/equipment. Marshall's Equipment Repair LLC.
They were recommended by a neighborhood friend who's an accomplished gearhead.
Roy and his son Dalton, are very knowledgeable about repairing vehicles and Fords especially. They answered my questions freely and in great detail, taking time to explain concepts to me related to the work done.
Inspections were free as opposed to the other two shops.
They came in at the lower price as their overhead isn't as much as established shops of course. That and their labor rates were quite reasonable in comparison to the other shops.
Here's a short video of one of two sets of ball joints that were replaced. They looked pretty rough and I'm quite confident I was correct in getting them replaced now vice a few thousand miles down the road.
So, for now, Umarang the VRRV remains in the family. Not sure what this upcoming camping season will look like right now, we shall see.
2026, it's turning out to be a year for many changes as forks in the road of life have become evident.
The TW200 had become unreliable to me for quite a while now. Yesterday, she started to have charging issues again and it looks like the replacement stator has failed.
One of the forks in the road I mentioned above is whether to keep a motorcycle-centric blog going. It hasn't really been one for the last couple of years or more with RV camping and non-motorcycle exploration and travel being more the norm.
So, I sold her to a guy in the neighborhood who likes to work on cars/motors and then resell them.
Sure, I could pay a dealership to fix her but I wouldn't trust her for solo riding, which is what I do. Also, being at least 20 years old, the dealer wouldn't even look at her without a $330 deposit due to her age.
Due to age and miles, not much money to be had but oh well, I think I got my money's worth over the last 7 years or so. Had I not found a buyer, I would have been donating her to the Gary Sinise Foundation I think.
Turns out, the previous post's pics of Yagi will be the last for the blog, only fitting I suppose.
Here's some that show some of the awesome places Yagi took me to:
Note:
Got her in 2019 with 7500 miles on the odometer, sold her with 24,500 miles.
