Schooled by a skoolie 3: Raise tha roof

With a few days of scrambling, I managed to find a place reasonably near by to store Rowsdower. I also got him insured, and picked up a temporary license.

The plywood was halfway removed when we moved the big guy. Taking an empty bus along the highway is a loud experience. Not rock-concert loud. But noisesome none the less. Finally got him installed in his new home.

And now I had a new problem to deal with. The lot didn’t seem to have any power. At least no jacks where I could plug in my tools. Not a worry for now. But it would be a issue for further on, for now we had cordless tools to keep slogging on with. Thanks be to Brigitte for picking up a selection!

Turns out, Rowsdower didn’t have rivets holding the inside panels. There were about 2 and a half million screws. Wide head squat little buggers. Most of which had been locked in place as long as the bolts in the seats. With my aged black and decker cordless drill I set out to remove some of those bad boys. And stripped the fuck out of more than a lot as the drill bit tore away the heads.

You need to put a load of pressure, else they strip. And I wasn’t able to get enough pressure in many cases. Fortunately I have a friend who is larger than me and better at that.

A word of caution for those of you interested in doing this, get yourself a cordless impact drill. That one tool makes a world of difference with intractable screws. Again, I wish I had known that early on. Life would have been far easier s we wouldn’t have had to cut out so many stripped screws. So. Many.

Having the right tools make a difference.

In the evenings I was watching videos and reading blog posts as I tried to wrap my mind around the next steps. Also I was trying to get a grasp on what tools I would need to pick up. And by that, I mean what welder.

I learned a lot from this lovable goof-ball. Many thanks to him.

With help though, we managed to get all of the ceiling panels down. It is amazing. A single screw with one half of an intact head(we cut half of a head off in order to break it, as it was stripped) is enough one of those panels attached to the ceiling. I ended up with somewhere around 10 pounds of screws when all the panels were out.

Finally got that last screw out. And the fucking thing was hanging by a wire.

After the panels were out, then came the insulation. Yes buses are insulated. With fiberglass battes. Wear long sleeves and a mask kids. You don’t want to get that shit on or in you.

Finally we moved onto the walls. Which was more of the same. More of the same. With the help of a wrecking crew we got the inside of the bus clear. And we were off towards the next step in the marathon!

Everyone seemed to want to learn how to weld. Who doesn’t? Summoning forth electricity that fuses metal to metal? You’re like a fekking wizard me boyo! How cool is that?

There was going to be a lot of welding. And I had neither a welder nor a source of electricity. On comes the most expensive period of bus-having to date. More so than even purchasing the freaking bus. After weeks of trying to figure out what I needed, watching videos and reading articles I settled on a Hobart 140 Mig for the welder. And these months later, I am happy with my purchase. I also picked up a Brute 8200 for my generator. I’ve already gone through 15 pounds of wire and Together they work like a charm.

Now I just needed to actually learn how to weld. Watching videos on Youtube is all good to get a sense of the theory, but nothing beats getting your hands on the project and actually doing a thing. Fortunately Gary, Brigitte's dad is an expert in metal and autobody work. And he was willing to share his knowledge. More so, he was willing to travel to the bus and and give more pointers and instruction.

My goal was to have the roof raise done, and the new sheet metal walls installed by Labor day weekend. Hah. It is the following March and the walls are only half installed at best. With hundreds of more holes to drill for the new batch of rivets.

The roofraise. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in the week running up to anything. I thought I had my ducks in a row so to speak. I spent the days leading up to the raise working on patching the floor and grinding out rust. It just happened that the floors weren’t nearly as bad as I initiaully feared. There were holes around the wheel-wells but most of the rest of the steel was intact. Some of it was untouched by rust.

All I needed to do was get the holes covered. All of them. Up to and including the small buggers where the screws and bolts used to be. There were hundreds of the bastards. But with welder in hand I cobbled patches for the places where the Ohio winters ate away at the steel, and plugged the holes where the fasteners used to be. The former was far more interesting than the latter. But it all needs to be done.

I was also removing rivets. Sometimes with help and others alone. There were hundreds of them and they would all have to go before we were able to slot in the new sheet metal for the walls. I wanted as many out as possible before the roof was raised, when reaching them would be more difficult.

Finally the weekend of the raise arrived. I took the preceding friday off in order to get more work done. Ryan and Brigitte joined me and we spent the day pounding on rivets, at least until the steel order arrived. $1000 worth of steel tube and sheet metal, all to order.

Saturday rolled around and found us still working on rivets. Disheartening. Finally we said fuck it, let’s do this. Ryan crawled under the bus and put in some supports to keep the bus from shifting as we worked.

First thing we did was to install the guides. Les from the Mad Max Skoolie video has an entire channel devoted to his build. And I cripped a lot of notes from him. Firstly, I took his raise devices. 4 threaded rods with 2 bolts in the middle. The two bolts were separating a length of steel tubing with a heavy slab of sheet metal welded to the length. I’ll call them raisers, because you weld the slab to the frame of the bus, and then fit the rod inside the tubes. As you use the jacks to lift the roof, the raisers separate and you screw up the bolts to provide temporary support.

That description took all of the magic out of an ingenious device. Sorry Les.

With the guides installed, we made the cut. Cuts. Each of what had been the window frames had to be sawn in half, and then we had to cut along the roof itself. Easy right? Hah. I left that to the sawsall team of Ryan and Adam. They needed something to do, and I was about zonked.

Now the fun begins. Ryan and Brigitte are married, with a kid. So I had a rule that one of them had to remain outside of the bus at all times while we did the raise. So Brigitte took pictures as Ryan worked the jack. Take that sentence as you may.

The raise went like this. We took a length of 4”x4” timber and set it atop a hydraulic jack. Raised the roof a couple inches. Adjust the nuts on the devices, and then move to the other side of the bus and repeat. We were making fast progress. Great time. Should have worked. But for some reason the back half of the roof was rising a lot more quickly than the front.

God damn the cutting team. They missed a half inch of steel beam. And that was causing havoc. They made one last cut and the bus shifted again and settled back. Then, chastened we began the work anew. Two inches at a time, the temple roof ascended skywards. Just as the sun began to set.

It was a good day’s work.

I must say, that when the bus gets done, I am putting it on my resume. I’ve earned that.