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    fiberglass
  • a covering material made of glass fibers in resins
  • US spelling of fibreglass
  • A reinforced plastic material composed of glass fibers embedded in a resin matrix
  • A textile fabric made from woven glass filaments
  • A composite material made by embedding glass fibers in a polymer matrix. May be used as a diffusing material in sheet form, or as a standard sash and frame element.
  • A woollike mass of glass filaments, used in insulation
    repair
  • Put right (a damaged relationship or unwelcome situation)
  • a formal way of referring to the condition of something; "the building was in good repair"
  • Fix or mend (a thing suffering from damage or a fault)
  • restore by replacing a part or putting together what is torn or broken; "She repaired her TV set"; "Repair my shoes please"
  • Make good (such damage) by fixing or repairing it
  • the act of putting something in working order again
    school
  • educate in or as if in a school; "The children are schooled at great cost to their parents in private institutions"
  • A large group of fish or sea mammals
  • an educational institution; "the school was founded in 1900"
  • a building where young people receive education; "the school was built in 1932"; "he walked to school every morning"

Tsunami Story: Sokktikuppam
Tsunami Story: Sokktikuppam
On the first day of February 2005, I found myself standing in a palm grove drinking juice straight from a green coconut on an island off the southern coast of India. Sounds idyllic, even sybaritic. Walking around the little island of Sottikuppam, 250 km south of Chennai, it's easy to miss the telltale signs of tsunami devastation, and only see the beauty here. After disembarking from a small ferry, one walks the sandy lanes lined with blue and lemon pastel houses past the pink and green fishing nets drying in the sun, hearing laughter flow out of school windows, and seeing fisherman sit in the shade playing cards. However, if you continue walking the short distance to the beachfront on the eastern side of the island, you'll find wreaked fiberglass fishing boats, gaping holes in their sides, and long spindles of wood that used to form a catamaran, useless now. There are fishing nets bundled together at the base of coconut trees, too torn to be of any good for catching fish, and on the southern end of the island, there is a gigantic beached oil ship unmoored from a harbor near Cuddalore—all a result of the violent and unruly tsunami that struck on December 26. This is my second visit to Sottikuppam in two weeks. I've come back to this place after visiting several other tsunami affected areas in Tamil Nadu and Kerala. The people and the stories in Sottikuppam kept coming back to me on my travels—I needed to come back to them to see how they were faring. Consider me a concerned citizen of the world. I am not a reporter or a government official, not the leader of a prestigious aid organization. I am a lover of India and its people, and due to a fundraiser I held before I came here, I have a small sum of money that I would like to give to tsunami victims that need aid. Sottikuppam interested me from the beginning. Since it is an island, its people are both protected and isolated from mainland issues. This can have positive and negative effects. For example, in several places I visited, there were rampant tales of corruption: fisherboat owners keeping aid for themselves, instead of disseminating it to laborers that run the boat; a social welfare officer taking money meant for orphans. On the contrary, Sottikuppam is devoid of any air of corruption. From my first talk with the village chief, V. Raman, and the elders, there was a sense of community, a gracious attitude, and a general feeling of goodwill. It seems that being an island, a contained community, has made them wholesome and dependent on one another; unfortunately, it has also kept them from receiving aid quickly and effectively. This island of 1,780 lost twenty-five people in the tsunami, twenty-three of which were children. Any loss of life is a tragedy, but admittedly, Sottikuppam didn't lose as many people as Cuddalore or Nagipattinam. For this reason, it seems, the island hasn't made headlines. But their needs are just as sharply felt as other fisher communities. When rice intended for them is taken by selfish mainlanders, the 400 surviving children on Sottikuppam go hungry. When the Collector appears and exhorts fisherfolk to go back to sea, the fisherfolk can only count on each other when a boat is overturned and a man is sent to the hospital. When sacks of government-given aid are opened to reveal kilos upon kilos of yellow, soiled rice, the elders have to find another way for their people to eat. When villagers hear of government grants and additional aid, they are the ones left waiting with nothing to show when those promises never materialize. The first time I visited the island people, their situation was dire. More than three weeks had passed since the tsunami hit, and they had only received standard government aid. Other areas were besieged by help from Unicef and other big name organizations. Sottikuppam had been overlooked by private donors and NGOs and as a result, they were struggling. My most recent visit was more encouraging. Members of Development of Humane Action (DHAN), an organization based in Madurai, have adopted Sottikuppam and committed themselves to repairing all boat engines and damaged boats here. This move alleviates some worry and financial strain, as some of the boats will cost upwards of Rs. 20,000 to repair. Other organizations have given good quality rice, cooking utensils, bed sheets and saris. All supplies offered are divided equally amongst the two thousand villagers, which means that 750 kilos of rice will only last one day. For now, life is still being lived day to day. A cooking fire burns continuously at the small school, where communal meals are served. Fishermen bide their time under palms, waiting for the chance to resume their diurnal routine. Village leaders meet regularly to discuss ways to get back on their feet. The situation is tense, but the pace here is slow and relaxed. The government has given as much as they can. One or two organizations have stepped up to help.
Old School California Scooter Sidecar
Old School California Scooter Sidecar
All the basic bits are there except windscreen. Cali Sidecar are barebones with a torsion spring ride. Somewhat smaller with some behind the seat storage. Fiberglass body that would need some repair and painting.

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