Sixty Days Per Tank
I finally had to fill the truck with petrol, today. Fifty-five dollars to fill up! Oh well, I guess $27.50 per month for fuel isn't that bad.
I had to fill up so that I could take my nephew Sean's early-90's Klein mountain bike to FedEx and ship it off. I hope to have my large-item trailer finished in time to ship off his brother Kyle's 1992 Cannondale.
The Wino Wagon has yet to get the rails for carrying a bike box. It's still in the "development stage", at this point. I have an actual trailer on the way to carry groceries, so the carry-box on this one will probably go away, leaving this rigged up monstrosity for carrying larger packages likes bikes and lumber.
Anyway, it's ugly and somewhat embarrassing, but I hope it helps cut down on the necessity to drive the Nissan.
If nothing else, I can lash all of my worldly belongings on it when I become one of those crusty old guys that rides his bike around shouting obscenities to the wind and drinking fortified wine. Watch for me on a skid-row near you...