This is going to be brief, because I cleaned an ice cream truck for four hours and I've just eaten a bunch of Taco Bell.
Today around lunch time Genevieve and I met up with Kevin, the Mr Softee in Richmond. Kevin is a swell guy with a good ice cream truck. Genevieve and I have driven some serious shitboxes; this is not one of em. We couldn't take over the truck til eventing, so I spent the afternoon running errands, making calls, and took the dog on a nice run. Once the sun fell Genevieve went off towards the truck.
The inside of Kevin's truck was in pretty good shape. As you can imagine, most of the stuff a Softee truck uses is not only useless to us- it's in the way. We rearranged and scoured. I hadn't cleaned this model of Electrofreeze soft-serve machine in a few years. I forgot to relieve a pressure valve and was blasted the face with the ice cream mix I was trying to clean out of the machine.
We aren't trying to hide that the truck is a rented Softee, but we do what we can to minimize the Softee branding. My friend Erica came over to help "redecorate" the truck's exterior. She used low adhesive shelf paper to cover some of the Softee logos, and silver shelf paper to cover the menus. Everything Ercia did looks fantastic! All those years of draping fondant at Charm City Cakes paid off!
Buster ran amok the whole time. When we returned his paws were filthy and his face smelled like vanilla- and he got a bath in the hotel tub.
We're ready- our fifth anniversary tour is about to begin. I ain't scared.