So were back! well, maybe. I installed an electric fuel pump, did the valves after realizing one was stuck open and one was stuck closed... oops! Additionally replaced some shifter bushings which i dont think really has solved my shifting woes.. It wasnt just these things that kept me and Wes from traveling for the past year. Well as a matter of fact.. its been about 1 year and 6 months since ive taken a road trip with my best friend Wes here. There are still photos hanging inside the bus of the last trip we made. I kind of lost hope. I lost track of time, and lost who I was.
The last time I felt this way i sold my bus at the time. I didnt make the same mistake this time, instead, Wes sat in the backyard. A reminder of what we use to be, and representing what we could have been. I didnt want to travel and be reminded of what i thought i found. After i sold my first bus, after I lost my grandfather, and much confusion of my future, I had found Wes. A baby version of the first, and so we traveled. It was beautiful, it was wonderful. I redid the engine, traveled as far as i wanted - alone, with family, mostly with friends. But i wanted a copilot, a human companion. We thought we found her. We brought her along, made memories, and we even asked her to spend the rest of her life with us. 1 year, 6 months ago, was when that all ended. To say i was crushed is an understatement. She left quicker than she arrived, and there we were. Once again, on our own.
Im not telling this story for you to feel sad for me, or to feel bad. In a space where most people dont take the time to actually get to know someone, you can feel very lonely. Im telling my story in hopes that you may take the time to stop, and ask questions. Understand that everyone is fighting their own battles. Everything on a surface can seem picture perfect, could seem savage, or even seem too good to be true. Envy sinks in, and everyone stops caring about how or who you really are. They dont even inquire. Get to know me, get to know my story, who i am and what makes me, me. Youll likely learn i cant remember a damn thing, and I might be a bit more sensitive than im self aware of. Im pretty good at cooking though, i can fix almost anything, and im terrific at directions. These things take time. Put time in the relationships you create. We will all make mistakes along the way, but we learn from them, and we can grow from them.
During this down time ive met a lot of people, put my efforts into my work and creating projects for myself. It seems though it may be time for Wes and I to start a new chapter. All this devoted time to advert my own attention, has only made me feel even more alone. Out of all the new people ive met, only 1 has truly been a cool friend. Has for some reason grown an interest in what im into.. No we arnt dating, no i dont think were in it for simple pleasures... they live on the opposite side of the planet even. I still dont really know why, but thats ok. We leave in 1 day.
Im Anthony, this is my 1973 companion Wes. We go with the flow, and move very slow. This is, was, and will always be our journey. We have a history together, we dont just take nice photos and pose for your enjoyment. We have feelings, we break, we rebuild, but we keep moving forward, and you can come along if you like. Our next stop is Big Sur and then Sacramento. Whether we make it there or need to limp our way back home, just know, were ok alone, its really only us in the end anyways.