Got into a chattaroo with a trucker-- young guy, couldn't find his butt with both hands with a map AND gps... Had a low "tar" (tyre)(tire). Anyhow, got out my hose, gen and compressor and amazed him that old farts know stuff and could also move a little.Thanks for the update! I've been wondering about your travel adventures. Where have you been since you left your house?
Please come to the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous. https://homesonwheelsalliance.org/2024RTRs/ Lots of friendly people!
Anyhoo, decided to travel some back roads for a few days. Getting chilly at night but still ok to step outside for a smoke in the middle of the night.
Stopped at a country store, got some hamburgler and a loaf of bread, some cookies. Can't starves us old guys either. A little mustard and there you have a gor met dinner.
This road has a center stripe and is mostly paved. It's dark so I'm guessing I'm headed kinda west.
I found a wide spot to park. Think I'll sleep some -- gonna get south of Chicago a good bit while in Indiana then continue west across Illi noisy into Kansas. Do they speak English in Kansas?
These harvest machines take up the whole road.
The doctor asked me if I smoked. I told her yes but I roll my own. Her name is Elizabeth. She told me that was good and to stay away from tailor maidens since they had bad stuff in them.
She called me yesterday to tell me that I had a bad number - some alphabet number that had shot up since last year. Told me to see a specialist. Read up on it and decided my baby makin days are over so ain't going to do anything that involves cutting and stitching or pills that make my voice go high pitched. I like to grumble, and you can't if your voice is squeaky.
Well, that's it. If I run into an ocean, I've gone too far.
Ken