Saturday, August 29, 2009

I have a problem and I'm big enough to admit it

Okay, listen: I have a problem with gasoline and vehicles. I can't seem to keep enough of the former in the latter. Yes, friends and neighbors, Chris ran out of gas again, stranding myself, Mick, Homer and Marge in the middle of the Utah desert. Mick and I actually had a lot of fun with it before my truck actually wheezed to a halt. We'd get the truck up to 40 MPH, turn off the engine and then coast as far as we could. We did this for over 10 miles until all vapors were gone.

I stuck out my thumb and a nice couple from New Mexico picked me up and took me to a gas station. Mick and Homer stood guard over Marge. Once at the station, I picked up a gas can, filled it up and then stuck out my thumb. The FIRST guy who drove by was nice enough to pick me up and return me to Mick, Homer and Marge. Total time - less than 30 minutes.

Thanks to Jason and Bonnie from Albequerque and Jerry from East Carbon, UT!!

No doubt - I have a problem with running out of gas. But problems or not, this story proves I've been doing some clean livin' :)

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Fruita??? Seriously???

What a stupid name for a cool little Colorado town. I find myself walking around the ever-so-hip downtown trying to think of a pun using the town's silly name. No dice yet...

The trip to Burning Man is going well. We made it across the Rockies yesterday. The Expy pulled Marge admirably although I had it pretty much floored by the time we reached the Eisenhauer (sp?) tunnel.

I was doing my usual renovation work on Marge this morning at the campground and the host-lady came by and said "what's going on here?". It's pretty common for people to stop by and see what I'm doing but I could tell she had more on her mind than vintage Airstream talk. She said "you can't do repair work here. The owners would have a stroke if they saw this". Wow - those owners must have a lot of loose plague running through their arteries. The whole thing kinda chapped my ass so I packed up and headed to a coffee shop where Mick was feverishly working on his Mac.

We're about to head west, to where I'm not sure. More to come this evening...