Still nothing going on….
Still have a “half a vardo” sitting waiting for the resurrection…. It’s a sad sight, a tarp is covering the structure, and all I do is shake the leaves off. Money and time are my biggest hurdles right now, but “plans” are still rolling in my head as to which direction I’ll be going in. One thing I’m sure of, it will be some sort of Bow Top design for less weight, just weighing the difference between a solid roof or one with folding walls and a canvass roof.
Once I get around to it, I will be posting more pics of the interior wood work of the former vardo…..
Death of a Vardo….
Vardo lovers, a sad thing occured a couple of weeks ago, the vardo is no more as I know it….
I had recently moved my family from Toledo, OH to a city outside Charlotte, NC… to start a new life, and take on a job opportunity. 95% of our stuff went on ahead, using the moving service “ABF”, and the smaller, more personal items were loaded into the vardo, to include a 40 year-old Grandfather clock. It was minus two degrees when it happened….
Southern Ohio, about 2am, about to cross over the West Virginia border. My 2003 Ford F-250’s bed was loaded to the top, and the Vardo on the hitch was loaded too. Couldn’t tell you what the overall weight was, but my truck’s “helper springs” were riding pretty hard. 55 mph and cruise control… that’s all I could do. My fiancee was following behind me with a four year-old strapped to a rocket seat in the back, and her 19 year-old son was sitting next to me. My headlights only lit up the road so much, until I saw a dark object… almost the same color as the road, and as the rocky mountainside.
It wasn’t a Deer….. it wasn’t a Cow….. it was a Pony. A fucking Pony. Standing smack in the middle of the interstate, I did all I could do to avoid it. I did avoid it, however, I wound up in the center median….. several thousand pounds of pure mass, traveling 55 mph, on snow. There was one of those massively large warning signs in my line of path, my traveling companion, clenching his entire body…. saying “sign…. sign!….. SIGN!…… SIGN!!!!!!……”
I managed to miss the sign, but the laws of physics were having a field day. “A body in motion tends to stay in motion…. and for every action, an equal, yet opposite reaction…” My trailer, and the truck, twisting back and forth, as I try to maintain and stabilize this action….. the weight of the vardo overcame the truck and whipped me around. My fiancee is still behind me…. watching….. in awe….. horrified and screaming.
We were traveling South. The vardo whipped me around so fast, that I skidded across the roadway, almost slamming into a rocky mountainside on my driver’s side. Now I’m facing North. The vardo….. The vardo un-hitched itself, broke the safety chains, skidded sideways when a wheel dug into the earth and flipped it, where it skidded on its side 30-40 feet to a dead halt.
My truck… both wheels on the driver side were burried, and my door was about 16″ from a solid rock wall. I got out of the truck, looked down the road, and saw the underbelly of the vardo. My fiancee comes running toward me, seeing if everyone is ok, sees the vardo, and softly, yet firmly says “now what are we gonna do?!?”. You know that place between “bum-fuck” and “Egypt”? That’s where we were…. 2am, and minus 2 degrees. Sweet.
I went back into the truck, engaged my 4×4, and could not get myself free. I called 911, and in about an hour or so, a trooper showed up, and he called a wrecker service. 2 1/2 hours later from the time of the accident, a wrecker shows up, pulls me out first, then scratches his head about the vardo. He raises his boom up high, attaches a hook to the axle up in the air and slowly rights the trailer. Now the damage is apparent. The entire left side of the roof line is broken, the cuppola is split and several roof trusses are broken. But overall, not that much damage on the outside. All the small, breakable, valuable things on the inside, including the Grandfather clock was a different story.
We didn’t want to endure the pain any further. I was able to hitch the trailer back up, and go on down the road. Less than an hour later, my fiancee, who is still behing me, calls me to inform me that the wheel on the left side of the vardo is smoking…. sparking…. catching on fire…. Apparantly, the impact broke the outside of the wheel hub. Next exit, stranded again. 5am, Saturday morning. Nothing is open, somewhere in WV. I waited a couple of hours when businesses open, and to my luck, everyone I called could not help. One man, who was normally closed on the weekends, agreed to meet me where I was. I already had the wheel off, and the hub removed, and when the man showed up, he took the hub to match it “somewhere” and return. I looked at my fiancee, and she at me…. and crossed our fingers. About an hour later, he returned with a new hub, installed it, and we were on our way. This was about 1:30 in the afternoon. So, from 2am til now, it was an endurance trial. And still had 5 hours of driving to do.
We arrive at our new home, beaten and emotionally torn, and waited til the next day to open the doors to the vardo. Everything that was on the bottom, was on top, and vice-versa. Oddly enough, the only thing that broke was a wrought-iron table. The Grandfather clock survived, as well as everything else. The vardo doors were still square, as well as the windows and the framing. But, the damage to the roof is beyond repair. Now it sits, with a tarp over the entire roof, waiting for my next move.
I will be disassembling the vardo, from the ledge part – up. I will be turning the vardo into a bow-top instead.
The moral of this story is, for all you vardo builders out there, and for those who are thinking about building one…. never… NEVER…. skimp, or compromise on good building practices. “Over-engineering” saved the vardo, its contents, and my life. If you are in doubt about something… ASK!! If you have a gut-feeling, follow it. Spare no expense in using the proper tools, material and equipment. You’ll save yourself much heart-ache later down the road, even if a Pony is standing in your way….
Gallery of Images
Here is the building process of the vardo, starting from a bare frame to livable condition….