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Mailing Addresses

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Originally posted 12/29/2012

Not that you need to – or should – send me anything, but I’ve added a page (shown just above this) called “Mailing Addresses”. I’m having some more adventures in receiving stuff I’ve ordered from online retailers, and I now know pretty much what shipment methods work with what addresses. Actually, it’s more accurate to say that I intimately know what doesn‘t work. The problem’s core is that Quartzsite doesn’t have street mail delivery, which can even affect UPS shipments. The page isn’t that fascinating, so don’t bother reading it if you aren’t going to be mailing me big checks or gold bars anytime soon. Naturally, I will try to keep that page updated commensurate with where I am located over time.

What prompted that new page? I ordered three items, two of which (so far) have bounced here in Quartzsite. I really hate to buy stuff like this, but when it will cover a need, it’s gotta be done. The first is a specialized  Read more…

Input\Output

The black object on the right is the new mesh water filter, while the tubing supplying it is trapped on the left.

The black object on the right is the new mesh water filter, while the tubing supplying it is trapped on the left.

Originally posted 12/19/2012

Lest you think each day here is a sublime rest in the warm sun, this morning did start well, with me slurping hot coffee while I set the iMac up again and cleaned up the data restoration, then set it to work doing what it had been when its hard drive collapsed. With tonight’s freezing cold coming in, I decided to have the portable propane tank refilled since the gauge my daughter gave me was signalling impending doom. Since I would be using the truck to do that errand, it made sense to make a trip to the dump station, too.

Easy enough, or so I thought. Actually, not knowing the exact fresh and waste water capacities of of any of the camper’s tanks, I explored new territory and pumped a fourth waste charge from the camper into the truck-mounted Tankmin, somewhere around 13 gallons. I’ve been playing it conservative so far, making a run to the waste dump after three charges: 20, 13 & 20 gallons. I was estimating the Tankmin to already be holding about 53 gallons when I started the fourth charge. The Tankmin is rated at 67 gallons for waste, or about 65 gallons usable capacity real-world. So yes, my going for four was… overly ambitious. After awhile, the Tankmin’s tall vent tube spouted like Moby Dick, only it wasn’t air flying out.

Fortunately, I was watching it and quickly cut power to the macerator. There was nothing to do but close the vents and valves, leave the waste hose in place and pile it into the truck bed, and head for the dump station. It was easy to dump the waste tank and rinse the affected areas off, and head off to buy propane. Thing was, the camper’s tanks weren’t completely empty, so I had to complete the job, head for the dump station again, do a proper waste tank rinse, and fill up with drinking water.

Looks like I’ll go back to three fresh water refills before I have to dump, some 53 gallons plus error in estimating water level, and whatever I add personally via purchased juices and sodas. No adventure there. It would be nice to add at least a waste tank monitor readout to the Tankmin, and replace the camper’s ailing tank monitors with better ones of a more reliable type, like SeeView. But this works for now.

All that took awhile (the fresh water refill is slow), but when I got back I had time to install a mesh water filter in the line running from the fresh water tank to the water pump. Keeps grit out of the water pump, decreasing running/pressure problems. I had picked up some new FDA-certified tubing in Phoenix and was going to replace the old tube while I was at it, if the existing tube looked to be badly aged. The tank is enclosed under one of the dinette benches, so it’s simply a matter of pulling off the cushions and seat platform to get at the tubing, then pulling  off the bed mattress and its platform to get at the water pump end of it. I cut through the tubing at an appropriate place to add the mesh filter, and found that the tubing had aged and was too embrittled to go easily over the filter barbs. Time to replace it and do the job right!

I was at this point that I discovered the limitations of Gulf Stream’s engineering work, such as one may choose to call it. The worm clamp on the hose entering the tank was not accessible, being tightly trapped between the tank and the carpeted wheelwell. Looking at the clamp, it was plain that the hose had been attached and secured before the tank was even dropped in. The fitting placement was odd, because there was plenty of access room at tank center or right. For some reason, the tank’s hose fitting was located in exactly the worst possible place. Even better, the only way to move or remove the water tank was to completely tear out the entire bench structure. That involved removing a mass of screws going into the floor and two walls. All of that to replace a piece of flex hose.

Actually, it’s not considered bad engineering if the trailer is not designed or expected to last more than a decade, or in this case longer than it takes to age a piece of vinyl hose. With that outlook, replacing the hose should never be needed, because the trailer is viewed as unlikely to outlast it. This is not an engineering problem – it’s a management problem. So Gulf Stream buys the cheaper, in-stock tanks with badly-located fittings and traps them because it’s unlikely that any service will be needed within the expected lifespan of the camper – a few years. Not much of a testimony to that company’s vision of its own products. But then, the words “durability” and “long-lasting” tend only to be used in the very few all-aluminum truck campers and toy hauler trailers out there. Virtually everything else boasts of comfort, luxury, and amenities. That’s it. Guess what the only two RV types that are selling in this bad economy are? Everyone else is adding features while they cheapen structure and component quality to pay for them. This isn’t actually my own perception – I haven’t reviewed RVs year after year. It’s the frequent opinion of people who re-enter the RV market every few years.

So, water tank empty and sunset looming, I wasn’t about to tackle something not engineered to be disassembled. I wet each filter barb with a touch of dish washing detergent and fought them into the brittle tube ends. Clamped up and tank filled, they don’t leak a drop – today.

It’s Up!

One of many valet parking stations at the toney Biltmore Fashion Center in Phoenix.

One of many valet parking stations at the toney Biltmore Fashion Center in Phoenix.

Originally posted 12/19/2012

No surprise, the iMac is back on its feet after a day trip to Mac Service Experts in Phoenix. They replaced the defective Seagate HDD under Apple warranty and restored it using my backup drive, again at no charge. Word on the street is that even Seagate’s replacement drives are occasionally failing, which in my guess places Apple in a difficult and potentially costly position. I’m hoping that they change HDD suppliers, but that’s just me.

While waiting, I went out for breakfast, hit a local Ace Hardware for some tubing for a future fresh water tank filter install, and toured the nearby Biltmore Fashion Center. It’s a bit like the Oakbrook Shopping Center in Illinois, but with less open space between the rows of stores. The South side is packed with valet stations and gated validation parking areas, so I wedged the F-250 into a slot in the freeform riff-raff parking on the  Read more…

It’s Up! It’s Down!

The Command Center's status is inoperative, sir!

The Command Center’s status is inoperative, sir!

Originally posted 12/15/2012

Oh, the irony. Friday night, I was using the computer to convert a file from one format to another, an intensive process. After I had dinner and checked progress, I found it stalling, with the one-month-old internal hard drive loudly click-clacking like a grandfather clock with a bad limp. There was no way to get an orderly shutdown, and once forced, it can’t boot up at all once the drive starts up. Ka-WHACK, ka-WHACK! I could be wrong, but I’m convinced that the hard drive itself has gone bad, which is ironic because it was installed under warranty to replace the working OEM drive that was simply at risk of going bad. I haven’t had much luck with Seagate drives over the last decade, though Western Digital’s track record hasn’t been perfect for me, either.

Now I’ll have to impatiently wait until Monday to call my Mac place in Phoenix to see what they say about warranty coverage and replacement drive availability. (There’s no way a mere mortal can open an iMac up – it is nothing but a glass face and a 1-piece aluminum clamshell.) I was about to send a guy some photos of a car he recently bought, one that had been featured in my former blog The McHenry County Vintage Car Gazette, but that’s not possible anytime soon, now! Dang!

The Glory of the Authentically Tacky

Originally posted 12/13/2012

There remains an abundance of gaudy, cheap and tasteless products available for Americans to purchase today, the difference from the former times being that not a speck of them are made by Americans today. As a result, they are cheaper but no less profitable, their manufacture being made possible by record levels of low quality, and by virtual human slavery in foreign sweatshops, or by prison or child labor. These products, which promise to fill a gaping hole in our various vanities, then invariably break, tear or unravel within days of use, and ultimately serve as mere fodder for the local landfill. They are dread wastes which cater to the relentless weaknesses of the undiscerning.

I now use this gem as a nightlight, and it makes me smile every time I look at it.

I now use this gem as a nightlight, and it makes me smile every time I look at it.

Like a truly custom-tailored suit, a hand-rolled cigar or a fine aged wine, a few products withstand the test of time. When tourist paraphernalia comes to mind, pillows, drinking glasses, and pot metal medallions of vacation spots were once sold in abundance. They were tacky when they were made, and were sold to those with bad taste while they were in a weakened state. Some types of objects were less offensive to the sensibilities, serving as low-grade badges of honor. For example, window decals of states and vacation areas have actually become popular to apply today in the rearmost side-glass of vintage station wagons. They are appropriate and authentic, since they are not recreated imitations of the real thing.

Packed with delight, this little find bathes the living area with the warm glow of tourist-trap regret.

Packed with delight, this little find bathes the living area with the warm glow of tourist-trap regret.

Although the practical limits of my chosen lifestyle prohibits me from delving deeply into materialism, and the transition to it forced me to discard many things dear to me, I found it utterly impossible to part with one rare treasure. I made a token effort to offer it to my children of course, but neither of them wanted it, which was a sign to me that, lo, it existed in this mortal plane to delight only me. The fact that it is a tacky lamp is not especially notable. It is a construction of conch shell and other lesser shellfish, arranged in a cast base and illuminated internally with a night light. It was no doubt sold in a run-down roadside shop near – but not at – a seaside location.

A feast for the eyes. Really, what more needs to be said?

A feast for the eyes. Really, what more needs to be said?

What makes it so dear? The fact that this is no molded plastic simulation, no faked reminiscence of the quiet glory that such tasteless products once held. It is authentically tacky, and this genuineness swirls through it like the oak timbre of a decades-old double malt whiskey. No detail has been spared. Its sculpted plaster base is painted with the color of sand, interspersed with waves of sea-blue iridescence. It is encrusted with real shells, and the fact that a few of the lesser ones have departed or broken off with the passage of time simply underscores its visually rewarding aura of glorious authenticity. Plug it in, and it is a night light par excellance, bringing with it visions of the adventures of times past even to the untraveled person beholding it.

Of necessity, it has just been updated with a small 12-volt LED bulb, since I felt eerily compelled to enjoy its quiet radiance even while encamped in the desert wilderness which is my winter home. Thus outfitted, it can be left on full-time without the slightest concern of exhausting the battery it draws from. Its soothing glow is an inspiration and a lasting testament to the timeless tastelessness of those generations which have preceded us. I hope to bask in its aura for many years, and yet I am certain that, at my passing, it will remain a beacon of understanding and enlightenment to those who press on to explore the expansive boundaries of this mortal life.

Belt and Suspenders

Not gonna risk these babies in a windstorm.

Not gonna risk these babies in a windstorm.

Originally posted 12/13/2012

If you read my previous post on the coming “Winter storm” as the radio calls it (it’s 66 degrees right now at 3PM and the first rainfall is due at 4) then you know I was planning on watching the solar panels to see if they had any tendency at all to lift when the wind picks up from what feels like 30MPH right now. It’s predicted to pick up some more. The desert around Quartzsite is noted for occasional high windstorms (some say 50MPH+), and today’s are Read more…

Equipment Mods Completed

Originally posted 12/9/2012

Note to self: One milestone has been reached. All electrical work related to the solar system is done, not needing to be played with any further. I’ve installed heavy 12GA wiring with a big-ass 40A fuse directly from the four-battery office pack to the 300W DC->AC inverter, per Samlex’s instructions, and I can operate just about any combination of gizmos in the office without having to wonder how high connector temperatures are, because there aren’t any. Realistically, I don’t think I’ll actually use more than 200 watts at most, on media projects. My usual usage hovers around 120-145W. I patched over the TV/DVD to the same pack too, since it seems to have such abundant capacity.

What’s abundant? In practice, this lets me (in sunny Arizona anyway) use the office computer all day if I need to, watch a couple of DVDs that evening on the 28″ TV, then put in more computer time until 11PM if I have a project going, which I often do. Then rinse and repeat the next day. The pack will still reach a completed recharge by early or mid-afternoon, day after day. Of course, that’s harder on me than it is on the office pack, so I go for my Official Health Walk, read, fix meals, meditate on what the heck I got myself into, and examine the peeling wallpaper that still needs to be removed, or survey all the crap that still needs to find a permanent hidey-hole somewhere. (I’m still looking for my tiny harmonica that I got in the ’70s. It’s here somewhere. It sounds great. I’ve just never been able to get anything resembling actual music out of it.) Oh dear – now I no longer have an excuse for procrastinating on cleaning this rat’s nest up. Look for photos of the trailer’s interior when I’m in a position to be less embarrassed about it.

Finally, just so you will no longer be jealous, we’re now in the official Cold December mode of weather down Read more…

Wirehappy

Ah, today's sunset by the camper. These are the most clouds I've seen for a long time! This was my view straight out the office window, but the iMac is so big, it blocks the view! So when I noticed it, I grabbed the camera and went outside.

Ah, today’s sunset by the camper. These are the most clouds I’ve seen for a long time! This was my view straight out the office window, but the iMac is so big, it blocks the view! So when I noticed it, I grabbed the camera and went outside.

Originally posted 11/29/2012

No sage insights and philosophical points brewing today. I spent the day screwing down the iMac to the office desk and hooking up 14 devices to the office power supply. 14! Hard drives, scanners, printers, card readers, my digital picture frame, an audio amplifier, and the record turntable. I labeled all the plugs so I had some idea what the tangle was, and I’ve been downloading bank statements, item receipts, and offloading the camera photos for a couple of hours now. I also got the propane and carbon monoxide alarm hardwired to the office battery pack. Plus, I’m doing a data backup for safety’s sake. That’ll take awhile.

The goal of fastening the iMac to the desk is to hopefully allow me to move the trailer without having to carry the iMac rearward and plop it on the bed for safe transport. That was a pain, especially whenever the solar panels were stowed in the office/living room passageway. There’s some risk in bolting it down, because it’s top-heavy. When the trailer does its rock ‘n roll on a rough road, well… we’ll see what happens – or not. It’s worth the try, and by my reckoning, nothing short of a  Read more…

Hey! The Whining Stopped!

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Originally posted 11/28/2012

Yep, those over-photographed solar panels are now all generating free* energy! All four! I installed the smaller Morningstar controller for the CPAP’s battery first, simply because that system is stone-simple and the unit is more forgiving of a wiring error. Went like a charm. The battery was actually nearly fully charged already, so there wasn’t much action once the system came up late in the afternoon.

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There was one really odd thing about it, though. I hooked up an extension cord last night and played the movie RED (one of my all-time favorites on earth) twice in a row (love the soundtrack music) on the CPAP battery to cause some stress on it and see what the amount of discharge would be. It’s one of Concorde’s Sun Xtender 104Ah true deep cycle AGM cells, one of the backbreaking $300 ones. Doing that to the two house batteries, new 104Ah auto parts store marine batteries, usually takes them down to their limit of 50% charge. The single Sun Xtender battery never flinched. It went down less than
20%. In other words, that one CPAP battery appeared to be much stronger than two similarly-rated marine batteries. A 104 amp-hour rating is just that – they are supposed to have the same power output, and the “house” system has twice the capacity, going by the numbers, and both systems use identical solar controllers/chargers and identical solar panels. Weird. Granted, it’s a good problem, but it has me stumped.

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So today, I tackled the “big” Morningstar 45 amp controller. This was more challenging because I’m linking two solar panels together in series, and charging four Sun Xtender batteries wired together in parallel. (Isn’t that fascinating?!?) Had to bicycle to the hardware store in town for that one, for additional wire, fuseholders, and specialty connectors. Because this charger is capable of handling up to three of my panels at once, that’s a heap of power, and it can’t have the same built-in safeguards to protect it against bonehead installers like myself. So, I was careful, ya, you betcha.

The installation was complicated by the fact that it needs really hefty wire – 6 or 8-gage – to go between it and the batteries, and that was not available. So, I did the hillbilly install – I connected the two with twin lengths of 10-gauge wire. Finished it just before sunset and fired it up. It seems happy enough. No smoke, sparks, or dead electronics. Just LEDs telling me that it’s charging, and that the batteries aren’t that thrilled with not being touched for two months. Tomorrow will tell the tale as far as real charging goes. My goal will be to check every connection for heat during the day, and not have anything actually catch fire. That would be nice. If the controller can get the cells all the way through a full charge by the end of the day, I’m golden! In the meantime, I’m considering that the office desktop computer will soon be open for business, and life is good, oh yes!

*Some limitations and exclusions apply. See prior blog posts for details.

A Bit More Peace of Mind

 

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Originally posted 11/11/2012

As you might have been able to tell, those big solar panels hanging on the side of the trailer have been a concern to me in high winds. The concern is that trapped air under the panels might cause them to flip on their hinges over the top of the trailer, ruining them, their mounts, and any equipment mounted on the rooftop. Further, winds in this area have been claimed to approach fifty miles per hour on rare occasion. The panels have stayed firmly planted up to at least twenty-five, and have plenty of air escape space all around them, but who can say? Who wants to take the gamble? I don’t. They effectively can’t be replaced, because they can only be purchased in sets of four, and certainly can’t be truck-shipped to a post office.

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The wind in the late afternoon yesterday was gusty and changing direction. So, in the spirit of frugality and reasoned concern, I visited a local vendor tent yesterday and bought four 15″ rebar stakes with eyelets. I pounded them into the ground with a ball peen hammer, having found that I had neglected to abscond with my trusty 32oz hammer from my former home. I shall miss ye, old friend.

The time being sunset, I then introduced the weak link, good-sized cable ties, through the stake eyelet and the hole in each pole handle. It’s far from bulletproof, but it’s certainly better than gravity alone. It stands to reason that aircraft cable would outdo cable ties, but I’m letting the problem soak for awhile to come up with a better cost/performance solution. At some point, the holes in the plastic handles might tear out, so some thought is needed. I’d ultimately like to run a strap directly from each panel outer edge down to the frame of the trailer, but that approach is not as straightforward or problem-free as I’d like. In the meantime, the panels are modestly protected, and I don’t feel compelled to look out at the panels every time the trailer wiggles in the wind.

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