Now that's a little thing we like to call progress.

RustMort—my new best friend. Do, however, bear in mind that RustMort WILL eat your skin. Quite literally. I have been wearing gloves, but managed to get a few drops on my legs and ignored the mild burning sensation until I looked down and found a number of “little volcanoes of pain” (that was Craig’s description). Basically the Phosphoric acid ate a couple of layers of skin. Also, there’s one on my neck. That one looks like much like a hickey. How fun.

Craig snapped these photos this morning and when I saw this one of the roof, it made me almost giddy. I don’t have a “before” of the roof, but if I did, you’d say “its a miracle! Where’d the rust go”.
We got the engine out via our special mix of: The Idiots Guide, Tom Wilson’s book on rebuilding, a little creativity, four jacks, and Craig’s muscles (oo la la).
Also, we are planning to paint the bus yellow and were pleased to find a little spot of yellow inside the gas door, so in order to make ourselves feel more like purists, we’ve originated a legend about how the bus left the VW factory white, but Westfalia painted it yellow. This would mean that yellow was basically its original color. Yep…that’s how it happened.