Well….because it is not as hot and humid as in Cincinnati.
Whomever said so needs to be keel hauled, whipped, accused of being fake news.
Yesterday and today it was hotter than in Cincinnati. 86F in Cincy and 93F (33C) in Zaandam with an expected 99F (37C) in Arcen where Marius lives.
So after waking up, we made the already hot trek to Action, looking for an inflatable kid pool. We found one at €3.50 and a shelf closer to the checkout a little bigger one, who just would fit on the back deck for €6.45.
At the barge I had to clear the back decl of my painting stuff, I started painting the fold up shelf I got yesterday from the local welder, and use the battery operated blower to blow up the sides. Connected both hoses and turned the cold water feed on….and as kids happy with our toy we dropped our feet in, to exclamations of joy joy joy
And yes I did let my R/C controlled alligator head out for a swim in it 🙂
In the afternoon Max and Aafi came by to pick me up. Max bought a 2nd car, but it had to be picked up in Friesland, and since max has no drivers license, he ‘volunteered’ grandpa, as he calls me.
When they picked me up the were waiting with the hood of the Chevy Monza opened. Max had repainted the whole care in mat black, used in chimneys. With a nice phoenix painted on the hood. Seems the 93F was too much for the little car to keep the cooling at the normal temperature. While driving to the highway, windows wide ope, the engine temperature got even warmer, hovering around 200F. I suggested to turn on the defrost, to take some heat away. Both looked a bit funny, but did it and saw the temperature gauge crawl lower.
So there we drove for a tad over 1 1/2 hr, with the defrost on high, since-ing the hairs of my legs. See now why chef’s never have to shave their legs!
After some searching around close to Urk, Max finally relented and called the seller to ask for directions. Max, with his typical Italian flair had been yelling to look for number 11, which we saw nowhere. (Max’s verion…..We could not find number 11 because watt and half watt, Aafi and me, in the front took the wrong road ;). But yeah i was to stubborn to calling the guy. First look for it yourself .and we spaghetti munsers are good in yelling 🙂 ).
A bumpy potholed gravel road led to the sellers garage. More like a ride to…OK we are ending up surrounded by Russian mobsters at the end fo the road, who will sell our organs right there to the highest bidder. Well it was kinda scary, since after meeting the seller it came to attention that he was a tin foil hat person. Covid-19 is a ploy to allow governments to track us and inject a tracer. Luckily I was able to keep my mouth sealed
When Max saw his future car, he got excited like a 5 year old, with daddies Amex card, in a candy store. there it was a nice red Ruska Regina. Ruska built a series of cars based on a VW Buggy frame. The Ruska Regina is like a facsimile of a Morgan. It was especially fun for max, because these were built 4 houses away from where he used to live in Amsterdam.
I was going to drive the Regina back to their barge. After transferring the title we set off, and then not even 100 feet later the Chevy Nova got a flat. There was NO spare, so the ANWB ( AAA for the Americans ) was called, and in typical Italian fashion Max was yelling and cursing the whole time when navigating the press this and that button menu. When he got through, we learned it would take 40 minutes before help would arrive. Because the Regina is based on a VW frame, and the engine has a ton of hours, the best speed was 60 – 80 Km/hr ( 35-50 mph). It is a great sunny weather touring car, but not perfect for a 1 1/2 hr trek along the afsluitdijk. (Which was built to keep the water from Mexico out, according to Greg Shapiro in his “America First, The Netherlands second video“)
So here I am ready to set off, all dapper with my hat, which was quickly tossed to the floor so it would not blow out.
The car drove like a charm, but it was clear it is a ‘fun’ car, slow speeds so your stuff does not fly out. Quite hard to get into when you are over 6 ft. The radio and tach were in the dash, but no wires to it. Quite fun to be waved at by many other drivers, tumbs up a lot, seeing a British BMW speed by you, then braking slowing down until next to me again, shouting “great car” and speeding off again. I have to borrow it one afternoon to take Deb to the beach.