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By Cam The Cuddler

I have an empty seat in my van. Maybe you can help me fill the position. Think you have what it takes to #survive vanlife? Here’s a few of my requirements for the role of superstar gypsy. Comment if there should be other tasks.

1. Must keep it (van) oiled. However, I may need sunscreen applied to my body as well to protect from harmful UV radiation.

2. Have to be on lookout for nude sunbathing locations. Obviously.

3. Should be generous…ready to give what you can to people and animals in need. We will be hugging trees too here in Oregon.

4. Light Navigation. Don’t disract me. Know your right from left?

5. Needs to be able to spot garage sales on weekends. I get first dibs on manly stuff.

Bonus if you’re athletic, have a driver’s license, and smell wonderful most of the time. Inexperience not required, but preferred. This adds to sense of adventure I think, as we try new things.

To apply to become a traveller, email me about yourself with a picture. In all honesty, I would like to meet a healthy girl to love on. I live a fun and wild life, and I’d like to share the journey with a nugget. Hit on me, or just send a nice note of platonic encouragement. thesurvivalbros@gmail.com

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By Cameron McKirdy

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Cam was given a Nobel Christmas tree to pass on to a stranger

I am a bell ringer.  Salvation Army claims they are, “doing the most good.”  That may be true.  The donations collected stay in the community where they were raised.  This helps the less fortunate, so for example, senior citizens can get the prescription pills they need.  More hungry are feed too, and shelter may be provided for the homeless.

I volunteered for a seven hour bell ringing session.  It was a true experience, unlike anything I’ve ever done.  At first, I thought hearing the bell clamor would be torture, but I didn’t even use my headphones for music, or earplugs to drown out the noise.  I thought it would be rude, and maybe I’d miss something that someone said.  I received hundreds of bright season’s greetings from Wal-Mart shoppers.  People smiled, told me to stay warm, and mostly to have a Merry Christmas.  I also had guests ask me to look after their bikes while they shopped, keep an eye on where their friend parked the car, and magically recall the location of the person they came in with.  It was funny though, and I got to do some people watching.  Looking into people’s shopping carts is like glimpsing into their homes.  I felt like a Peeping Tom, but it passed the time.  Most people were there to buy massive amounts of toilet paper, cat litter, or cat toys.  I’m not one to judge, but it was wild to see all the people wearing Mossy Oak (or real tree) camouflage clothing.  It was like half the shoppers just got done duck hunting.  The other half wore pajamas, slippers, or hideous Christmas sweaters, like they were trying to be a joke.  God bless them.

Seriously though, being a bell ringer was one of the most spiritually rewarding opportunities I’ve ever taken.  My favorite moments were seeing all the children excited to give.  They took a minute or two to figure out how to make the dollars fit into the pot’s slot, but they were so happy, and most skipped away holding their parent’s hand.  My bell was fascinating too.  I let one girl ring it, the others stared at me like I was a dinosaur.  I won’t forget all the people that took a moment, and the change from their pocket, and trusted it would go to a person who needed it more.  I saw a few $20’s go in, but maybe a gold coin slipped in there.  I will be back in front of a store today.  Please help others this holiday season, and volunteer in your community in 2014.  Bring peace to Earth.

Learn more about bell ringing here.

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I finally painted my Mongoose mountain bike flat black. This blog covers how I painted it, and other preparations I’ve done to my End of the World transportation.

First I stripped my bike bare. I took off the back fender/rack, and the seat. I had to remove a LED light attached to my seat post. I also removed a bunch of stickers, and residue. Most came off after using Goof Off, lacquer thinner, and a flat razor blade. Once the surface was clean, I blasted it flat black with Rust-olium Universal all-surface spray paint. It’s an awesome product. You can shoot at any angle. It sticks to metal, plastic, wood, whatever, but costs almost $10 a can.

Next I rattle canned the frame. I did one side, then the other, and finally the bottom. I did two coats, so it took a few hours to paint it all and allow for drying. I painted the wheels and tires quickly also. Then I put it all back together.

To get an even coat I removed the cables, but had a problem getting them back on tight. The guys at Prom Bike Shop in Seaside OR helped adjust them. They know me so it was a free fix. I buy stuff there all the time, and trust them with all my repairs. This is the third time I’ve resurrected this bike, but she is looking good now. Good luck seeing me on this stealth flat black beast.

Painting my bike was easy. The hard part was not painting myself or the driveway. Now I can put some smaller packs on this bike, but I have another bicycle that can haul more. Hopefully I can get a trailer before the Apocalypse happens. This bike needs a light, plastic front fender soon. It will have a first aid kit, and emergency food onboard. There’s a bright light and black bell on the front as well for safety.

I also plan to make a motorized bicycle in the near future. I enjoy designing rat bikes that look like something out of the Mad Max movie. You gotta go flat black. It looks sick.

– Cameron McKirdy

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