…Let there be LED Light

From time to time people ask me my view on upgrading Vintage Airstream light fixtures to the low energy, LED-based fixtures many RVs now come with. My response is always some variation of “If you plan to boondock much, LED lighting is great for conserving battery power. My family however does not camp without hookups, and I have yet to find an unobtrusive new fixture I want to buy. I will stick with my present incandescent lighting. If nothing else, I have a lot of frosted 1156 bulbs stockpiled as spares.”

It looks like I am going to have to change my tune, though. Not because we’re about to start boondocking, but because the heat from the bulbs is cooking the inferior light switches being sold today.

The 37 year-old bathroom & kitchen sink light switches were all but shot when I got my Overlander, and were replaced with new, special, 3-way switches from an Airstream Dealer before the maiden voyage. Within a year, the remaining three overhead light switches showed signs of checking out, and the Dealer got my Visa card number again.

Last season, which would be six years later, the “new” bathroom switch started flaking out, and the search for a suitable replacement fixture was intensified. Once again finding nothing appealing, I started looking at multiple LEDs packaged on an 1156-style incandescent bulb base with a plan to keep the existing fixtures, and replace the hot incandescent bulbs with cooler LEDs. After a little surfing, PPL in Texas was found to offer just what I was looking for:

For Phase IA enough packs were ordered to replace the bulbs in the bathroom, kitchen sink, and exterior scare light fixtures.

I still needed a light switch for the effort, and was not really inclined to call Airstream again. Vintage Trailer Supply now offers a switch which will work, but they are very up front on their site that the original knob (which looks like the knob on a dimmer switch) will not fit their product. After consideration, I emailed VTS with my tale of the short-lived light switches from Airstream, and asked if they had confidence their offering would last longer. “No” was the short answer.

After a few beers, and deciding use of the original knob was important, I opted to call Airstream again. Knowing the shipping & handling charge was going to border on unreasonable for one item, I opted to go ahead and order a new kitchen exhaust fan motor because the old one was driving my wife crazy with its inability to spin at a constant speed.

A week or so later a small box with a California postmark showed up at my door, and I wished I’d had a few beers before opening it. The switch was the exact one VTS now offers, and my credit card had been charged $18 S&H for a two-pound box. At least the motor was what I was expecting.

Until the newly outfitted fixture was turned on with the LED bulbs installed, I don’t think I have ever seen LED light filtered through a lens before. The type of light radiating from it made me think I was looking at a skylight. Here’s a before & after picture:

Unfortunately, I thought the exterior scare light was also an 1156, but it turned out to be a double-element bulb. So that gave two bulbs instead of one for Phase IB.

These Airstream switches are special in that the first click of the knob turns on one bulb. The second click turns on three bulbs, and the third click lights all four bulbs. For now, two of the remaining three overhead light fixtures will each get one LED bulb place to light on click one. Here’s one of those fixtures with one LED & three incandescent bulbs lit (note original knob):

I may run in that configuration for a while because the light from one bulb suffices most of the time, and Phase II, replacing ALL incandescent bulbs with LED bulbs will cost a lot of money. In the meantime, holler at me if you need any frosted 1156 incandescent bulbs. They’re yours for the cost of shipping.

RV Fridge Burner Maintenance

I’m normally pretty good about periodic maintenance. But even though my Airstream Owner’s Manual advises me to clean the refrigerator’s flue & burner every year, I’ve only done it twice in seven years, and then it was only done because the 43 year-old fridge stopped cooling while running on gas. Just such an occurrence happened on our trip home from the beach the other day. Fortunately though, no beer had to suffer during the 10 hour journey.

Oddly, while Dometic has a service bulletin which does a fine job of addressing how to clean the burner, it makes no mention of the flue. To clean the flue, I use an old baby bottle brush wired to the end of coat hanger. While whistling “Chim chiminey, Chim chiminey, Chim chim cher-ee…” the flue gets swabbed out from an access hole located in the cabinet above the fridge.

After that, the service bulletin is an excellent reference for everything else.

Here’s my fridge’s burner barrel along with what emptied out of it. Note how small the gas orifice is in the inlaid picture.

Of course not all the rust falls into the burner. Knowing this, Airstream designers in 1967 added an exterior vacuum cleaner outlet to aid in the cleanup.

The next morning we had ice.

It looks like I’m good for another 3-1/2 years!

Sustained, Unrelenting Persistence Evokes Remarkable (SUPER) Service

“Super”, on the sign that hangs in my shop, is supposed to be a modifier for “service”. But during the last round of work on my ’84 Suburban its use as my made-up acronym more suitably described what it took to rid my primary tow vehicle of an intermittent problem which started last year.

The engine developed an occasional miss, flutter, or backfire-through-the carb near the end of last camping season, and I thought the problem had subsequently been fixed by a partial carb rebuild. But during Memorial Day’s 1000 mile round-trip towing the Airstream to the beach, the issue appeared to still be with us.

The usual suspects like plugs, wires, and cap & rotor had been replaced no more than two years ago, and at a casual glance still looked new. Although the timing had been checked during the same activity, the procedure is so easy & unobtrusive to do it seemed stupid not to re-check it.

In a nutshell, to check timing a strobe light connected to spark plug wire #1 “freezes” a mark on a spinning wheel. The mark’s location can then be referenced to a gauge fixed to the engine. Here’s a representative image which shows the wheel, its mark, and gauge:

So after 30 seconds of setup, the strobe light was pointed to the wheel & gauge, and… no mark. Hmm, surely the strobe must be misconnected. Nope. Tried it again - No mark. After triple-checking everything failed to deliver joy, the strobe’s connection was moved to different spark plug wires. When connected to wire #7, the mark finally showed up.

Although I had a suspicion of a possible cause, the issue was posted on two different forums to see if the Internet’s cadre of problem solvers might be able to point me to a simple solution I had overlooked. In the meantime, efforts were refocused to address a problem with a deteriorated driveshaft carrier bearing noticed when the Burb was on the rack getting new mufflers a while back.

The bearing itself was okay, but the rubber supporting it had seen better days. While the assembly was easy enough to disconnect from the Suburban, getting the carrier bearing off the shaft was not. The hope was that a few sharp hammer blows would be sufficient. But it ended up taking a hydraulic press to both remove the old bearing, and install the new one.

While I felt better about having the part installed with its new rubber & all, the Mighty Burb did not feel any different going down the road. My time may have been wasted on the effort. But the fried grits side-item made for dinner that night lifted my spirit.

Checking the computer the next morning, most of the Internet’s misplaced timing mark gurus suspected the engine’s Harmonic Balancer’s outer ring (the spinning wheel mentioned above) had slipped at the rubber interface. I wanted to agree, but the Burb’s HB showed no evidence of having slipped, and this particular part is a chore to remove because of its location, and the fact that special tools are required for the effort. But the only way to know for sure was to compare the balancer with a new one. Fortunately, the auto parts store was willing to loan me the special tools needed.

Below is a picture of the old & new harmonic balancers:

The timing marks for each, located near the bottom, are marked with white paint. The unit is keyed to the crankshaft via the slot in the center hole. Notice how the slot on the RH unit lines up with the timing mark whereas the LH unit’s slot is roughly 135 degrees away? The Suburban’s HB had slipped, and it had slipped a lot.

So a new harmonic balancer was installed, and after many hours of reassembly, the timing could finally be checked. It checked within spec.

At this point, the only pleasant memory after $100 worth of parts and a week of downtime is a plate of fried grits. I had hoped for more.

To be honest, at this point, I was inclined to take the truck to a Service Center. But since the first thing they would do is a tune-up, I figured I could do that again, even though the parts to be replaced had not been installed long enough to go bad.

The distributor cap & rotor are easy enough to remove, inspect, and replace only if necessary. Modern-day spark plug wires, while easy enough to remove, usually break internal to the boot during disconnection no matter how careful one is. Spark plugs for this engine are cheap enough that it is stupid to screw the old plugs back in. So I headed off to the parts store with a short list which included plugs, wires, and fuel filter.

Auto parts stores annoy me on occasion with their myriad selection of individual part “quality”. Most of the time, all I want is what General Motors originally specified for the part. Consequentially, there are some parts I will only purchase from GM. But the parts store’s computer never indicates which one of the line items corresponds to OEM.

In what was no surprise, the store offered two different flavors of spark plug wires, “regular”, and “super-duper”. In the past, I had always bought “regular”. But even though the wires were not really suspect, something moved me to ask for “super-duper” this time, and while he didn’t say anything, it appeared to surprise the man behind the counter. I laughed when he brought the box out – the top of it was covered heavily with dust. The parts man smiled and shared that people rarely request the super-duper wire set.

Back at the truck, as suspected the cap & rotor checked out fine. As expected, seven of the eight spark plug clips broke off inside the boots during boot removal, and the plugs looked fine. What was not expected, though, was the condition of the spark plug clips on half of the wires, and a hidden tear on boot #8. An arsenal of smoking guns had been found, and they were all plug-wire related.

It appears the wires and been poorly crimped onto some of the clips and had been arcing inside the boots. Note how clean the upper clip is in the picture below, and how sooty the interior of the lower clip is.

But I am stupefied as to what happened to boot #8. This type of damage could easily allow the spark to arc to the heat shield.

My plans to do spark plug wire resistance checks were scrapped in light of these discoveries. To wrap up the activity, the fuel filter was replaced, and the old one autopsied (no issues).

It looks like the new super-duper plug wires have cured what ailed the Mighty Burb. It’s been my daily commuter for the past few days, and hasn’t missed a lick in spite of some aggressive checkouts. Ya gotta love SUPER Chevy Service.

Camping, Strings, & Carb Repair

This past weekend was a busy one for Daniel and me. We tent-camped in one State Park, and then drove to a different State Park over in the next county so Daniel could play his cello in concert, and then drove back to the first park for more camping. After all that driving, though, I was finally able figure out what had been making the Suburban run rough over the last few months.

Friday afternoon, Daniel’s Scout Pack got together for two nights in the no-travel-trailers-allowed section of Guntersville State Park. While most of the tent-camping gear needed for the adventure was still in its big Tupperware box, a few items did have to be retrieved from the Overlander. One item though was purchased new – an air mattress. Sleeping on the ground is getting less & less fun as I get more & more old.


The Mighty Suburban is always the transport of choice when a campground is involved. Its roomy, no-nonsense interior is perfect for hauling gear or for sleeping when the tent floods. In fact, we gave up on water-repellent tent sprays & seam sealers which never seemed to work when we figured out it is far easier to hop into the back of the Burb when the weather gets unusually rough. Luckily, on this trip we had a very good weather which a good turnout of Scouts enjoyed.

Friday afternoon was centered on playing in the Tennessee River, and was capped with hot dogs roasted over the campfire.

Saturday morning, we had link sausage and pancakes cooked on the Coleman stove before heading over to Montesano State Park’s amphitheater for an outdoor strings concert. Daniel’s seated to the right of the conductor in the image below.

The kids sounded great, and everyone appeared to enjoy their effort. Then it was back to Guntersville for more swimming & canoeing.

Later in the afternoon, several of us went geocaching - a treasure hunt of sorts which requires walking through the woods with a hand-held GPS guiding the way. This was the first time, with the exception of the man who led it, that any of us had ever been geocaching. The Scouts were thrilled to swap items in the waterproof container, and note their presence in the cache’s log book.

No Scout campout would be complete without peach cobbler made on a campfire in a Dutch oven. Mr. Andrews was quite proud of how his effort turned out.

Grilled burgers wrapped up the busiest day everyone had had in a while, and looking around at all the mildly sunburned campers, I figured most would probably hit the sack a little earlier than usual.

The plan on Sunday had always been to get up & pack up, and eat breakfast on the road. There was no particular rush to get going though, and I decided to let Daniel sleep until he woke up.

Unfortunately for him it started sprinkling rain around 7:30. In an effort to wake him gently, I let the air out of the mattress. No effect. I ended up rousting him awake when it started raining harder. What a zombie! Since he obviously would have benefited from a little more shuteye, I guided him to a chair while the camping gear was loaded. Luckily, the 15 miles which separated us from our Cracker Barrel destination gave him time to wake up.

For the past six months or so the Suburban’s motor has had an occasional stumble on the open road that I could not put my finger on as to the cause. The standard tune-up items are not that old and the stumble did not always occur under the same conditions. Oddly, it seemed to stumble less when the Airstream was being towed. During the course of all the driving Daniel & I did this weekend, I was finally able to tie the symptoms to a specific part of the carburetor to check. So the Mighty Burb got to cool off at my shop door while we unloaded the camping gear.

One thing that puts the “mighty” in my Suburban’s pet name is the Rochester Quadrajet carburetor it uses to mix gas & air together. Considered by many to be the finest high-CFM carburetor ever made, it makes a really cool sound when all four barrels are open under heavy load. It is also one of the last mass-produced automotive carbs made before the auto world in general moved to fuel injection.

While the primary goal was to evaluate the condition of the fuel float and needle valve & seat, I also wanted to check out the condition of the secondary enrichment system because, independent of the current problem, I had noticed a consistent, brief lag in performance when the secondaries opened. The truck had this issue before the carb was rebuilt in ’97, and the problem was found to be two, internal brass tubes which had vibrated loose from their mountings.

This go-around found four loose tubes:

The float and needle valve each appeared to be okay, but the needle valve seat (orangish/brown circle in picture above) had some wear on it. My notes from the last rebuild indicate I had replaced the float, but no mention is made about the needle valve & seat. So a new needle valve/seat combo was ordered from O’Reilly auto parts – one of the few local places which consistently does well at getting parts for my vintage tow vehicle.

In the meantime, the four loose tubes were re-staked with gas-rated epoxy:

Concluding this work should return the Mighty Burb to top form. The clock’s ticking on check-out though because we’re headed to Tybee Island Georgia over Memorial Day with the Airstream. I think we’ll be ready.

New Window Clips from VTS

Several years ago when my Airstream was being refurbed to its former glory, one of the spring-steel window clips was found to have rusted in two. While a similar fate appeared to be in store for the rest of the clips, the only replacement being sold at the time was sized way too big for my original windows. Consequently, the existing clips were treated in-place with derustifyer & paint, and the broken one repaired with a strip of metal and JBweld.

On our first trip of this year, the mended clip was found to be broken again. Remembering that Vintage Trailer Supply had started offering more appropriately sized clips a year or so ago, I got online after we got home, and ordered enough clips to replace all my Overlander’s original hardware.

The new clips are made of stainless steel, and the material is a bit thicker than the old ones’. I was a little surprised to see the width of the gap where the clip slides on the glass differed from clip to clip, and ALL clips had gaps larger than the original specification.

My first thought was to spend time at the vice, and close up gaps larger than my 3/32” thick window glass. But since the clips were to be mounted with a dab of silicone rubber RTV (like the originals were), I decided to wait and see if the large gaps would be a problem. As long as the windows are latched closed, there is no way to lose a clip, and it is very possible that the RTV is all that is necessary when the window is open.

For anyone reading this post for hints-n-tips about the procedure, I squeezed about a pea-sized dab of RTV across each clip’s opening, and then pushed the clip onto the window. The squeeze-out was left to cure before cutting it off with a razor blade. I find this method to be the least messy.

Since the windows were open, the opportunity was also taken to clean the windows’ interior sides, and lube the window cranks. My assistant then wiped all the gaskets with silicone from a spray can.

The new clips looked considerably better than the old rusted ones.

Remarkably, while the old clips looked pretty rough, structurally the clips appeared to be in much better shape than originally thought. To see what they looked like without rust, the clips were blopped in a beaker of oxalic acid for a few days.

The outcome surprised me. Except for the one, already broken clip, everything else was quite usable.

With a coat of silver paint, these clips could still be in service on a vintage Airstream... except for my Airstream – I’ve already got new ones. But since there might be an Airstream purist restorer out there, the old clips were tossed in a Ziploc bag, and added to my spare parts collection. Drop me a note if you’re interested in them.

Let’s not make any changes — let’s make only improvements!

Although we had tent-camped for years, I knew next to nothing about RVs when I got my Airstream. So there were many things about my Overlander that I simply accepted as typical when dealing with a travel trailer. But one thing that struck me as strange was that the fresh-water hose screwed onto a fitting inside a compartment. What if the hose should leak?

Both the hose and the power cord then had to be routed through a cutout in the access door which was really not big enough for both:

It was a hassle – I had to hook up the water hose, turn it on, and check for leaks. Then the spigot had to be turned off to take the pressure off the hose so that both the hose & power cord would fit it the opening so the door could be reinstalled. For some reason, though, I allowed it to irritate me for seven years.

Modern-day campers have a hose fitting on the skin. Any leaks at the coupling simply run down the outside skin. Although I am not an Airstream purist, the thought of punching a 2-5/16” hole in the skin made me uneasy. The shore water fitting on the early seventies’ Airstreams, where it is mounted on the frame rail near the bumper, has more appeal, and that’s the model I chose to work from.

Here’s a “before” picture of the compartment. The hose hooks in place of the brass plug in the middle of the picture.

The water then goes through a check valve (which doesn’t check 100% on occasion (hence the brass plug)) then to the regulator, and then into the all-copper delivery system.

Fortunately, I already had copper tubing & and a spring-style bender, so fittings were the only parts that had to be bought.

After sanding & gooping the connections in preparation of soldering, and fitting everything in the Overlander, it started to rain. So, I closed up shop, and made up a new recipe for pressure fried chicken which included caraway seed.

It was still raining after dinner (the chicken was okay, but nothing to write home about) so I just called it a night.

This morning, I went out to solder everything together, and found the flux had turned all the connections green, and none of the fittings/pipe ends were as shiny as they were yesterday. So, just to be on the safe side, everything was sanded & gooped again before lighting the torch.

The soldering went well, and subsequent pressure check revealed no issues.

I’m pleased with the way the plumbing turned out. Now any hose leaks can drip on the ground instead of into my black tank’s galvanized box.

I know the new plumbing should be painted to be less obtrusive, but since I really don’t like to paint, it may be another seven years before it gets done.

The Girl With One Shaved Leg

Poor Cookie dog. While I do not remember any specific event, somehow she blew out her RR knee. Surprising to me, there was a vet over in the next county who specializes in canine knee repair.

She's still got five weeks of healing time. In a cage. In the house. Kim's coming home at lunch to walk her.

Cookie is a great family pet. I'll admit, though, that it is a new experience for me to pay for state-of-the-art surgery on a dog.