Debonair update.
Since the initial post above we have taken the Debonair on a debut run to Merimbula and a day out to General Motors Day at Penrith (separate posts under Runs and Events). ‘She’ was keen for some time away before the weather cooled down so we headed off to Nelson Bay for a week back at the end of April. The time in between was spent tinkering and removing most of the baby poop green paint from the sides. I was hoping the original underlying fibreglass would be in good condition and it largely was but there are various scuffs and marks that will never polish out and the wheel arch repair so the intention is to paint the bottom half. ‘She’ and I have agreed it would be nicer to match the fibreglass colour rather than two tone with the Kodiak Brown of the Velox so I just have to wait now for the weather to warm up so I can get into the painting
The Velox behaved and ran very well and the trip north on the motorway was a breeze, even the couple of long hills were managed easily

We had decided to stay at the Big 4 caravan park at Soldier’s Point and followed our Tom Tom’s directions and arrived mid afternoon. We got a nice spot next to the amenities block, sorted out the van and put up our awning for its first try out. The park was well laid out with nice gardens between sites, a concrete slab for annexes, power, water, waste disposal and TV connections, all in all very pleasant we thought. The other bonus was the short walk next door to the Soldiers Point Bowling Club with $10 meals and $3.30 schooners of Old, what more could you want

I had taken a small flat screen TV with us for a try this trip and had sorted it out with an indoor aerial at home which worked fine. Unfortunately it gave nothing but snow in the new location so I was soon in the office, paid my $20 deposit for a TV cable and hooked it up to the post and we were away with about 14 channels no less
We poked around the local area taking in the sites, dinner at the club the first couple of nights then we didn’t fancy the offerings for the next night so decided to cook our own. Some nice steak and vegies were prepared by self on the stove and the microwave, boiled some more water and washed up; ‘she’ was very impressed. After half, three quarters of an hour ‘she’ decided a cup of tea was in order, filled the kettle and next thing says, “You left the gas on.”

So, not looking up from the cross word, I thought to myself, well just stick the kettle on, it won’t have used much gas. Then I heard her scratching about with the matches

so I looked up and realised the gas may have been on but it wasn’t alight as I had thought

Just as I was about to say, ‘don’t light that bloody match,’ ‘she’ lit the match. With mouth still open about to speak I was relieved that nothing happened, then ‘she’ placed the match to the burner, that’s when things happened

This marvellous blue and yellow fireball erupted from the stove with a mighty whoosh, followed by the unmistakeable sound of singeing hair!! Then there were other unmistakeable sounds from ‘she’, mostly relating to my lack mental abilities and uncertain parental lineage

Fortunately neither ‘she’ nor anything else caught alight and I ushered her to the amenities for some cold water treatment to her hand and face. Apart from some blisters on her hand, a missing eyebrow and some hair ‘she’ was unhurt. I must say it frightened me no end to think what may have happened to both of us so after an OH & S review of the situation we now turn off the gas under the sink immediately after using the stove. ‘She’ is not impressed that I manage a good laugh about it now but as I view it in my mind, the childhood vision of Wylie Coyote dissolving to ash after lighting the short fuse on the TNT just manages to superimpose itself

Our little adventures weren’t over however for this trip. I decided to get a new key cut for the door, $8 to Mister Minute and all was well. We went to Newcastle for the day and about mid day the weather turned bad and cold with light rain. As we returned north the weather seemed to follow as it hadn’t rained at the van until shortly after we got back. The forecast was for intermittent light showers, there was no mention of the ‘torrential downpours’ that came shortly after and through the night! At least it was an opportunity to check for leaks and to my relief there weren’t any except for one, right in the corner above my bed

After some investigation I was able to cure it by twisting some paper towel into a wick and wedging it in the offending section of the window frame so it took the water back out the window, all sorted, and dried the bed with the fan heater
After my final trip to the toilet the key wouldn’t come out of the lock for some reason, the new key had been fine up till now. I eventually got it out and into bed. Next thing, ‘she’ is calling out, ‘The doors open’ and sure enough it was. It didn’t seem to want to latch properly despite me fiddling with it in the middle of the night. Latched at last and back to bed but this episode continued like a recurring nightmare throughout the night. Next morning I found the lock had turned so soon straightened it up and all was normal, I didn’t realise the implication of the lock having turned however
We continued our trips around the area and enjoyed it, it is a great spot, took the ferry to Tea Gardens, managed to catch up to an old work colleague, all was well. But as always these holidays come to an end and so Sunday morning we packed and headed home
The annex was still a bit damp so it was rolled up and stood up in a bucket which proved to be a wise move. At the start of the Freeway we stopped for a cuppa then headed off, all going sweet. Next stop was combined comfort and lunch at Hawkesbury Bridge, swung in and parked, took my new van key to open up and plunged it into a bloody great hole where the lock used to be! My good Lockwood barrel had fallen out, two rusty screws being all that was left poking out at me

Now I realised why the lock had turned. With a screwdriver from the boot I soon had entry, the annex had produced quite an amount of water in the bucket so it was all ejected and laid out to dry while we lunched. There were no subsequent reports of anyone being ‘barrelled’ by a wayward Lockwood on the Freeway so that was a plus
So plenty of things learned on our trip and despite the incidents, ‘she’ is still keen to get away when the weather warms up. With a Canadian holiday now booked that’s not likely to be till Coledale, so hopefully I’ll have some new paint and a few other little bits sorted.
I think the Big 4 Soldier’s Point spoiled me though, if a park doesn’t come with nice lawns, gardens, a club next door and cable TV then I’ll believe I’m doing it hard. I can’t see me pulling up by some creek and roughing it somehow, to each their own I guess
George