One of the best trips in the Triumph was also the last long drive.

Bishop, CA, 1994

While waiting for the new wooden dashboard and wiring harness to arrive, restoration tasks move from the electrical system to the fuel system.

I do believe I'll get it all back together again, I do, I do

That blissful period of paging through catalogs and ordering stuff is over. Time to actually get to work. With the transmission still out of the car now is the time to get ready for the dashboard replacement. It is much easier to wiggle under all those wires without that hump in the floor. And all those wires! After the first looksee I simply crawled out and went to bed.

After weeks of excavation, today I was finally able to access the car. In the glove compartment I came across a campsite receipt from Bishop, CA, dated October 1994. I'd driven, with my bike propped between the luggage rack on the trunk and the roll bar, over the Sierras (with the top down) to that town to ride my first true 100-mile century.

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Sitting in our garage for ten-plus years has been a cute red 1974 Triumph TR6. Sitting there because of the need for a transmission overhaul, that I knew would require me to dig up a couple of my coffee cans of money buried in the backyard. It has also been thought of as a retirement project. Now that I'm on the cusp of that state, my fancy has been captured by the idea of building a 14-foot strip-built rowing boat called a Cosine Wherry.

I find in myself, once again, such a wonder at the marvels of nature. I was awakened in the middle of the night last night to the most spectacular lightning. It filled my bedroom with daylight flashes that were followed, after a hesitation of a good 20 seconds, by thunder that had the windows rattling and the cats either under the bed or clinging to my comforter covered form.
I had to leave my bed to open a door and stand outside for a while until I felt the pattern of light and sound inside my soul.

Adeline Emma Thompson was born this week to John and Katie Thompson. John is the great grandson of my grandfather, John Mindling. I believe she is Ward and Barbie Thompson's first grandchild.