UPDATE on paint-peeling issue with my Honda HRV, email received on 3 November 2021. So annoying, as two spots can barely be seen and the main peeling is just one patch maybe 3" by 1". I hate to think how many weeks (months?) this could take! There is no way I can be without a vehicle for that long, so I may be forced into using a temporary car from Honda – a Honda Civic, I believe. I dread having to drive a strange vehicle, which is why I originally said no. I would only use it to get to my local shopping area.
"Our technicians have removed the tape from the vehicle and found that every other panel except for one door has peeled paint on them. At this point I will have to do up multiple additional estimates based on the bulletin to submit to Honda for approval.
This is good news and bad news for you. The good news is we have exposed the problem so you we will be able to address all of the issues at once without you having this become a recurring issue over and over. The bad news is that a relatively straightforward repair has now turned into essentially a complete vehicle refinish. Because of the substantial increase in labour hours we will have your vehicle with us for quite some time.
I will get the estimates written up and submitted to Honda for approval and once I have that back I will follow up with you."
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Four odds and ends from my archives, I am adding the description that I wrote under a different image taken on the same outing.
"There was just something I liked about seeing this row of five small granaries/sheds. Though not as photogenic as the red "Famous Five" granaries SW of Calgary, I ended up taking several shots of these rather plain ones. After just regular editing, I thought I’d try adding an editing filter and see what happened. This added so much more detail and character, so I decided I would post it. Looking at the sky, you can tell what kind of weather it was that morning – not what we wanted at all, ha.
Three days ago, on 29 September 2014, I finally drove out across the prairies to an area that lies NE of Calgary, that I had longed to go to for so many years. It must have been 30+ years ago that I first saw one particular area of the Badlands of Alberta. A few times, I had been fairly close when I went on several botany trips out that way, but when you are carpooling, you can’t just go wherever you want. So, my youngest daughter and I decided that we both wanted to make this trip, All summer, we have been waiting for a day on which she didn’t have to work and where the weather forecast was for no rain on the day or there had been no rain the previous day. The Bentonite Clay in the area becomes treacherously slippery when wet. The forecast for yesterday was for a mainly sunny day – at last, we were going!
I think this was the longest day of driving I had ever done, especially to, and in, an area that I’d never driven to before. For anyone who doesn’t know me, I have battled a driving phobia for decades, plus I have no sense of direction, lol! Thankfully, my daughter has an amazing sense of direction, so I knew we wouldn’t be stuck out on the prairies in the middle of nowhere. A typical question at too many intersections went as follows: me – "Do we go left?"; my daughter – "No, we go right", lol!
I met my daughter at 8:00 am. and I got home shortly before 9:00 pm. Much of that time was spent driving; the rest was spent wandering round three main areas – The Hoodoo Trail, Dorothy and Rowley, in different directions from the town of Drumheller (known for its remarkable dinosaur findings). The forecast was far from accurate on our drive out to the Badlands and I began to wonder if we’d made a mistake going on this trip on that particular day. However, knowing that snow would be returning very soon ("returning" because we had two snowstorms on 9 and 10 September!), I was beginning to feel rather desperate and really didn’t want to risk not getting out there this year. The afternoon was less cloudy and we did have some sun.
Our main destinations were the Hoodoo Trail, the almost-ghost-town of Dorothy (calling in at Wayne as well), and the historic hamlet of Rowley that lies north of Drumheller. I had longed, for a long time, to see the two small, old churches that are to be found in Dorothy, as well as the old grain elevator. Both churches have been restored, which is good in some ways but they have lost some of their weathered character.
From Dorothy, we drove over 11 bridges to call in at Wayne, and then we then drove to Rowley to see the old grain elevators and to wander round this very small, historical place. There are actually three elevators there. Dorothy felt and looked almost deserted, whereas Rowley was beautifully kept.
From Rowley, we made our way back across the prairies to Calgary. I had planned on getting back before it got dark as I no longer like night driving and very rarely do it, but we didn’t quite make it. On the return drive, the last sighting was a Great Horned Owl that was perched part way up a power pole. Well done, Rachel, spotting this welcome bird! Not easy to see in the dark. By the time I got home, I was so tired and my arms were so painful from driving, but, what a great day we had!!"
