I’ve had a wobble when I get over 65 since I started, but I’ve not really worried about it as I’m generally going slower than that on the back roads. Well it got worse coming out of Brownfield, TX, so decided to find a place. Yes, both fronts were out of balance and my right front has some unusual wear on the inside tread.
“I’m sure you don’t have one of these laying around,” I asked Chad as the two of us stood in a room full of tires bigger than my car.
“Will it get me home?”
“Where are you headin’?” he asked.
“Kansas City,” I replied.
“It’ll be close,” he said, obviously trying to comfort me.
Chad was a man if few words. I tried joking with him, and failed...at least there were no obvious signs of his being entertained.
For example, I asked him if we should balance the back tires, too.
“Is the vibration in the steering wheel or the seat,” he asked.
“Steering wheel,” I replied.
“Then it’s the front ones,” he pointed out.
To which I replied: “if the seat were vibrating I would probably like that...” Crickets. “You know, like the motel beds with the massage beds that take quarters...” Crickets. Then, mumbling to myself “you know...so...I wouldn’t have you fix the rear tires,” my voice tapering off to nothing, giving up on the joke.
And the odometer has stopped again. Strange thing...it did it just exactly as the trip meter turned back over to 000.0 to tell me I’d gone 1000 miles. Maybe it’s trying to tell me something.
I’ve had to replace heater fan fuses twice and, for good measure, replaced the radiator fan fuse in Plainview, TX.
Otherwise, she’s running great. I believe we could go another 2000 miles.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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A week ago Tuesday started out simply enough...we woke up early and hit the road north to Marceline, MO to tour the Walsworth Publishing plant, then lunch at Tall Paul's in Bucklin, MO with Meghan Viers Jolliffe, Joe Cupp, and Beverly Cupp. From there, Jonathan and I would wander rural Missouri so he could get a glimpse of life out here.
Day Three: Another morning waking up in a cheap hotel along the way with bad coffee. I love this. Yesterday was NOT without event, although nothing worth raising the blood pressure...
“I’m hungry,” I said to myself after getting my tires fixed in Shamrock, TX. Hmmm...Wynoka is only a few hours away.So with German food and bier on my mind, I texted Dieter to see if he had room. He replied with some obscure text I didn’t understand so decided to call.
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