Running out of time at TRV (Tiny Russian Village)


Have to work on fences at both homes and make sure they last the winter…

Check windows on both village homes for weather protection…

Have to do some roofing tar work…

Sveta needs to fertilize the apple and pear trees…

Have to change the oil and oil filter in Sammy the Volga…

Have to buy and put out rat/mouse poison at both homes…

Oil all pad locks against a harsh winter coming…

WtR

Sweetpea wanted a basket on her bike and she got a basket today…


Went to Big Village and found a bike basket. Was not really sure we would…

When Sweetpea wants something she gets it…

Then we got hungry…

Last image is called, “Me hungry!”

Does not cook faster watching it!

Basket was 700 rubles, about $10…

Now my girl is happy and she went and rode about 10 kilometers…

Typical day at the Russian Village…

WtR

Finally going to replace both rear side windows on Sammy the Volga…


Both rear side windows are and have been seriously cracked for many years. Sveta and I are using dark tinted Lexan and cutting our own windows. Today we succeeded in cutting one for the left side. Tomorrow we cut the right side…

These windows were cracked by the guys who repainted Sammy and they ran away to not have to deal with the damage. We have lived with these cracked windows and never could find any replacements. But we decided to make our own…

Sveta was a big help and we can’t wait to get them done…

WtR

Finally installed new fuel gauge. Last of the burned out dash issues…


Sammy the Volga survived my lack of abilities and everything is great except the fuel gauge will not work… 🙁

Kinda dirty from all the work, but works good. E really is F. Just filled it plum full…

So I installed that last dash repair item and now no matter what I do. The gauge reads backwards. Thus, E is Full and F is Empty. The gauge reads very accurately and when it is pegged on E it really is perfectly full. Then when it hits F? It really is empty…

I refuse to buy a special device that will correct it all. Why? Because the gauge works too good and all we have to do is accept that it is backwards…

After lots of digging and working, I have discovered that the sensor has actually reversed polarity when the dash blew up with the massive power surge. Somehow it actually reversed. Yes, I can buy a new sensor. But, it works so good and Sammy the Volga seems happy…

We decided to simply leave it alone… 😉

WtR

Finally installing original style Volga mud flaps and new shackle on Sammy the Volga…


Years ago the original mud flaps finally self-destructed and were never replaced. Last winter we found a new set about, like and or as close to original that can be found nowadays…

So I spent hours getting the left over bolts out and installed new flaps…

Then I spent hours installing a new longer shackle on drivers side. Now we are level again and we will have a set of new rear leaf springs made for next summer or so. Then I will install a set of springs…

Had to lay my body on the heavy bar to get spring down in place.

Then we had big delicious lunch…

Mud flap and shackle below…

Rides so good, seriously like new…

WtR

Medvedev on, “ When clinical Russophobes start squabbling – Polacks and Banderites alike – that’s a good thing.”


When clinical Russophobes start squabbling – Polacks and Banderites alike – that’s a good thing.

https://t.me/medvedev_telegramE/92

The proud Poles got into a spat with the neo-Nazis from Kiev over the mass slaughter of Poles during the Volynia massacre. The new president, Nawrocki, may be a card-carrying Russophobe himself, but he grabbed the issue with both hands and is hammering the Banderite thugs on Bankovaya Street. And the latter fire back in the same vein: sure, we don’t deny it, we’re the heirs of Stepan Bandera – but precisely because of that we hate everything Russian, and so we’re rightfully your younger brothers, oh noble Polish sirs.

And they’ve been going at each other for weeks now, not for show but in earnest, blasting each other with industrial hoses of crap. Threats have already flown about depriving the Ukro-Nazis of the holiest of holies – their ration of pork fat and a shot of Polish vodka – or even kicking the unwashed serfs clear out of the Rzeczpospolita. In response, the Banderites opened their reeking mouths and started howling about European values and the urgent need to unite more tightly against the cursed orcs.

In short, it’s turning out quite nicely.

Now we’re just waiting for a newly minted Gogolesque Taras Bulba to show up on Bankovaya and say, “Well, son, did your Polacks help you?” And after that, there’s only one ending. You know it: “I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.”

wtR