That' how you know life is truly different. You can't wash off the stink of diesel and brake dust and silicone spray.
Although, i kinda like the smell.
Just starting to get into the "swing" of this here RV thing. Pull in, plug in, dump, dump air bags, lower the jacks.
finally found the short in the DC socket. Yay! now we can plug in the ass heat, gps, phone.
Started out today in Oklahoma City at the Rockwell RV park. Dusty. Late winter. Strange gaggle of characters all hiding from the wind inside their rv's. The quiet, sad-looking, overweight, older couple in the converted mini-pickup. Everything about them shouted "former Soviet block". From the cobbled together rig, the stooped shuffle, right down to the "cankles" on both of them.
The high-line rig next to us, never saw them. just heard thier poodle yapping.
The fat, old , crippled man who attached a corvette sign to his rig and his old Fiero. Green RV.
The two college girls in the back seat of their car, jacked into the internet.
And I had a nice surprise when I pulled the car off the dolly. Brakes were SHOT! Must have pulled the emergency brake up out of habit and driven that way for 1200 miles. Shit. Shit. Shit.
A trip to Radio Shack, got the electrical tools to fix the DC socket. Two auto parts stores to get a bulb for the fog light and two new headlights. Couldn't see a damn thing last night on the way into Oklahoma City.
Ohandsweetcreamyjesuuuusss Oklahoma has THE shittiest highways I have ever traversed!! Interstate 40, Terry had to do 35 mph to keep the rig in one piece. I mean, the potholes had potholes. Seemed like hours of listening to the Rig Of Destiny slam, bang, rattle, I thougght it was just gonna crumble to pieces on the next raised lump of random cement, before it dropped into the next valley of pothole death...
I was cursing the governor of Oklahoma. What the hell does this state DO with all the federal highway funds they get?! It looks like they just hire retards to dig holes in the interstate.
At least we slept in. Worked out in the heated indoor pool area, and sat in the HOT jacuzzi. $25/night. Place was great.
And I dropped another $480 in the Camping world for a new back up monitor. Yes, that's right, I paid more for a shitty black and white cathode ray tube monitor that does nothing but let me look at my own ass than I did for a 32" 1080p, 120hz, LCD high def TV. Shit. SHit, Shit.
By the time I get to Colorado, this bitch will finally be ready to ROLL!
Well, it was much more comfortable with bright new lights, vibrating ass massage, and a new monitor where I could actually see the car I was pulling, especially when the plug dropped out of the hook up for my tail lights. I pulled over and bungeed it back in before I lost the end on it. So, i bought the monitor just in time.
Stopped in Shawnee, east of Oklahoma City on the way in last night. needed a break from the banging, rattling "interstate". Man, what a weird bunch of characters. aging native americans, surly white trash, ranching families in matching mud boots, underdressed pre-teens in the same boots. weird. Braum's "Fresh Market", meant underripe banana's, ice cream, bologna, ice cream, and more ice cream.
Only bummer... missed seeing the Murray building memorial site. American upon American terrorism.
Wish we had taken two weeks for this trip. Drive a day, stay a day, stop some places...
Although, i kinda like the smell.
Just starting to get into the "swing" of this here RV thing. Pull in, plug in, dump, dump air bags, lower the jacks.
finally found the short in the DC socket. Yay! now we can plug in the ass heat, gps, phone.
Started out today in Oklahoma City at the Rockwell RV park. Dusty. Late winter. Strange gaggle of characters all hiding from the wind inside their rv's. The quiet, sad-looking, overweight, older couple in the converted mini-pickup. Everything about them shouted "former Soviet block". From the cobbled together rig, the stooped shuffle, right down to the "cankles" on both of them.
The high-line rig next to us, never saw them. just heard thier poodle yapping.
The fat, old , crippled man who attached a corvette sign to his rig and his old Fiero. Green RV.
The two college girls in the back seat of their car, jacked into the internet.
And I had a nice surprise when I pulled the car off the dolly. Brakes were SHOT! Must have pulled the emergency brake up out of habit and driven that way for 1200 miles. Shit. Shit. Shit.
A trip to Radio Shack, got the electrical tools to fix the DC socket. Two auto parts stores to get a bulb for the fog light and two new headlights. Couldn't see a damn thing last night on the way into Oklahoma City.
Ohandsweetcreamyjesuuuusss Oklahoma has THE shittiest highways I have ever traversed!! Interstate 40, Terry had to do 35 mph to keep the rig in one piece. I mean, the potholes had potholes. Seemed like hours of listening to the Rig Of Destiny slam, bang, rattle, I thougght it was just gonna crumble to pieces on the next raised lump of random cement, before it dropped into the next valley of pothole death...
I was cursing the governor of Oklahoma. What the hell does this state DO with all the federal highway funds they get?! It looks like they just hire retards to dig holes in the interstate.
At least we slept in. Worked out in the heated indoor pool area, and sat in the HOT jacuzzi. $25/night. Place was great.
And I dropped another $480 in the Camping world for a new back up monitor. Yes, that's right, I paid more for a shitty black and white cathode ray tube monitor that does nothing but let me look at my own ass than I did for a 32" 1080p, 120hz, LCD high def TV. Shit. SHit, Shit.
By the time I get to Colorado, this bitch will finally be ready to ROLL!
Well, it was much more comfortable with bright new lights, vibrating ass massage, and a new monitor where I could actually see the car I was pulling, especially when the plug dropped out of the hook up for my tail lights. I pulled over and bungeed it back in before I lost the end on it. So, i bought the monitor just in time.
Stopped in Shawnee, east of Oklahoma City on the way in last night. needed a break from the banging, rattling "interstate". Man, what a weird bunch of characters. aging native americans, surly white trash, ranching families in matching mud boots, underdressed pre-teens in the same boots. weird. Braum's "Fresh Market", meant underripe banana's, ice cream, bologna, ice cream, and more ice cream.
Only bummer... missed seeing the Murray building memorial site. American upon American terrorism.
Wish we had taken two weeks for this trip. Drive a day, stay a day, stop some places...
