Is it morn'n yet??? Well yes it is....3:30am. Do I feel OK at 3:30am? Well hell no...I got leg cramps.
And that was last night. Took me a nap yesterday afternoon...drench'n in pour'n sweat....damn it was hot. Sat up look'n out the winders....till midnight. "Damn, I smell like a goat".
This is camp LooseAnnie RV Resort (Louisiana rest area), located just across the border to Texas on I-20 head'n east.
462 hard traveled miles are behind me with right bout 550 more to go. At 200 miles a day, ain't no way I can be there in two days. And I need to. Grandaughter visiting home for the weekend. Ain't see her pretty face in like bout 5 years or so. Maybe I'll be there Sunday bout noon time.
"Hey Billy Bob, watch that guy". I was sit'n out there at a picnice table, me an' Sadie Mae. A guy pulls into the auto section, gets out an' starts a exercise walk....or something like that. In his hands is some kind of new technology device that he has his face burried in....fingers push'n buttons. BAAAABAMM....he runs slap into a 55 gallon drum trash container. He's got my full attention now.
He looks in all directions to see if anyone had seen his "crash an' burn" event. That would be embarrassing if someone had....right? Well, the old Billy Bob ain't gonna pass up a opportunity like this. I stand up wav'n my arms, give a loud whistle....what draws his attention. I give him a stand'n ovation with rapidly clap'n hands. He gives me the finger, gets back in his car....Poooof, gone just like that. I thought it was kind of funny myself.
I really don't want to talk bout this trip right now. I'm not even half way there an' the way I feel bout everthing, I may just go park "Sally da house" in some Louisiana swamp a couple hunnert mile south of here. Physically I'm ready for the 190 mile excursion today. But mentally, I just don't give a fly'n flip. Too much crap go'n through my head the closer I get to Georgia. An' I ain't got no medication for that kind of stuff. Although fresh brewed coffee helps. Speak'n of which....it took 6 trys to get that damn Onan generator cranked up this morn'n. Black smoke comm'n out the exhaust pipe on the first 5 attempts.....3-17 code on each try. "Git it fixed Billy Bob, what's a thousand dollar bill"?
When it comes to doctors, big ol' needles, laid out on a table an' a bunch of people start cut'n on me....I get all nervous. I have a daily reminder of that experience every time I touch my chest an' feel the bail'n wire where they wired me back together. I think of how good I feeled before they did that an' I think of how my life has been downhill ever since. I cain't even swak a golf'n ball 2 hunnert yards no more. Grrrrrrrrr..........
Ok, I got to get myself ready for the road. Take some aspirin, put some shoes on...."change that stink'n shirt".
If something excit'n happens, I'll be back. Stay tuned.
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Just a short update....I'm up the road bout a hunnert miles. That's over half ways to Douglasville, Ga.
Everything fine.....other than 5 trys to crank up "da house" engine". I would say it's get'n worse instead of better. Starter? Ignition switch? Starter relay? Battery control center? I figgered out a couple test for the starter an' the starter relay. Cain't do the test till I an' camped at "Yo Mama's R/V Resort" though. Need the help of a wonderful son. Ordering the circuit board for the battery control center is #1 priority upon arrival.
Laters.....!!!!
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Final Update.....
Ok....things has changed, I'm get'n low on fuel. Back up the road a piece, I pull into a Loves Truck stop, a TA Travel center, a Exxon an' a Texaco. Nope, didn't get no fuel there. Places like this should be RV friendly an' have a pump you can pull right up to, get yer gas an' be back on the road.
Crossed the Mississippi River into Vicksburg. Gonna spend the night at the Mississippi Welcome center. Yeah right to that. I barely was able to turn around in the park'n are an' get back on I-20. Sheesh....welcome this. Five miles up the road, I find a picnic area. Holy cows, this is a ugly picnic area. Sadie Mae had to pee in three foots of grass an' weeds.
It's 80 miles to the next rest area, so it looks like this is home for the night. In the morn'n, first chore is to find a freak'n station I can fit in.
Ha ha ha....forgot what the hell I was do'n. I'm on the new google maps....look'n at gas stations. Fount some up the road bout 10 to 20 miles. Using street view, I should be able to use the ones I wrote down. If not....emergency road service, "bring me 5 gallons of gas".
And that was last night. Took me a nap yesterday afternoon...drench'n in pour'n sweat....damn it was hot. Sat up look'n out the winders....till midnight. "Damn, I smell like a goat".
462 hard traveled miles are behind me with right bout 550 more to go. At 200 miles a day, ain't no way I can be there in two days. And I need to. Grandaughter visiting home for the weekend. Ain't see her pretty face in like bout 5 years or so. Maybe I'll be there Sunday bout noon time.
"Hey Billy Bob, watch that guy". I was sit'n out there at a picnice table, me an' Sadie Mae. A guy pulls into the auto section, gets out an' starts a exercise walk....or something like that. In his hands is some kind of new technology device that he has his face burried in....fingers push'n buttons. BAAAABAMM....he runs slap into a 55 gallon drum trash container. He's got my full attention now.
He looks in all directions to see if anyone had seen his "crash an' burn" event. That would be embarrassing if someone had....right? Well, the old Billy Bob ain't gonna pass up a opportunity like this. I stand up wav'n my arms, give a loud whistle....what draws his attention. I give him a stand'n ovation with rapidly clap'n hands. He gives me the finger, gets back in his car....Poooof, gone just like that. I thought it was kind of funny myself.
I really don't want to talk bout this trip right now. I'm not even half way there an' the way I feel bout everthing, I may just go park "Sally da house" in some Louisiana swamp a couple hunnert mile south of here. Physically I'm ready for the 190 mile excursion today. But mentally, I just don't give a fly'n flip. Too much crap go'n through my head the closer I get to Georgia. An' I ain't got no medication for that kind of stuff. Although fresh brewed coffee helps. Speak'n of which....it took 6 trys to get that damn Onan generator cranked up this morn'n. Black smoke comm'n out the exhaust pipe on the first 5 attempts.....3-17 code on each try. "Git it fixed Billy Bob, what's a thousand dollar bill"?
When it comes to doctors, big ol' needles, laid out on a table an' a bunch of people start cut'n on me....I get all nervous. I have a daily reminder of that experience every time I touch my chest an' feel the bail'n wire where they wired me back together. I think of how good I feeled before they did that an' I think of how my life has been downhill ever since. I cain't even swak a golf'n ball 2 hunnert yards no more. Grrrrrrrrr..........
Ok, I got to get myself ready for the road. Take some aspirin, put some shoes on...."change that stink'n shirt".
If something excit'n happens, I'll be back. Stay tuned.
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Just a short update....I'm up the road bout a hunnert miles. That's over half ways to Douglasville, Ga.
Everything fine.....other than 5 trys to crank up "da house" engine". I would say it's get'n worse instead of better. Starter? Ignition switch? Starter relay? Battery control center? I figgered out a couple test for the starter an' the starter relay. Cain't do the test till I an' camped at "Yo Mama's R/V Resort" though. Need the help of a wonderful son. Ordering the circuit board for the battery control center is #1 priority upon arrival.
Laters.....!!!!
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Final Update.....
Ok....things has changed, I'm get'n low on fuel. Back up the road a piece, I pull into a Loves Truck stop, a TA Travel center, a Exxon an' a Texaco. Nope, didn't get no fuel there. Places like this should be RV friendly an' have a pump you can pull right up to, get yer gas an' be back on the road.
Crossed the Mississippi River into Vicksburg. Gonna spend the night at the Mississippi Welcome center. Yeah right to that. I barely was able to turn around in the park'n are an' get back on I-20. Sheesh....welcome this. Five miles up the road, I find a picnic area. Holy cows, this is a ugly picnic area. Sadie Mae had to pee in three foots of grass an' weeds.
It's 80 miles to the next rest area, so it looks like this is home for the night. In the morn'n, first chore is to find a freak'n station I can fit in.
Ha ha ha....forgot what the hell I was do'n. I'm on the new google maps....look'n at gas stations. Fount some up the road bout 10 to 20 miles. Using street view, I should be able to use the ones I wrote down. If not....emergency road service, "bring me 5 gallons of gas".
"Drenched in sweat" I think I better save some money to be able to stop at campsites with electric hookups when I head that way in July. Be safe out there.
ReplyDeleteWell Hi Ya Barney....how ya do'n?
ReplyDeleteRemember we was talk'n State Parks??? Dang, why ain't I in a State park??
Hovered right at 94 degs yesterday afternoon. Finally hit 75 at 10pm....but still 82 in "da house". I didn't sleep worth a poop.
I'll be as safe as I know how. No text'n, no talk'n on the phone....keep my eyes on the road. 60 mile a hour.
Get that generator fixed for sure, then you can run the AC. On hot days, I run the generator so that I can use the overhead AC units to help the dash air. Dash air is cold but can't cool down the unit down like the overheads can. At my age, I like to be comfortable.
ReplyDeleteThat's one place we differ Dizzy. The way I figger it, if ya ain't back there in the living area, ya don't need no A/C back there. Run'n the generator to run a A/C....or two, uses a gallon of fuel a hour, only to cool down a area where there ain't nobody. Only rich people do that.
DeleteI think the guy running into the trash barrel would have been pretty funny, but he sure had no sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteIf you have back surgery it will likely be totally different than any other surgery you've had, but don't do it if you have a negative attitude about it. At least try to think of the most positive outcome.
When I had my open heart surgery, it didn't bother me one bit. But when I think bout back surgery, I see little wheelchairs an' walkers float'n by in a cloud of smoke. So yes, I do have some negativity bout it. Dad gum quack doctors.
DeleteThe guy run'n into the trash barrel was "super" funny. But I feel bad for him now, after I did my performance.
I wouldn't feel bad, after all he gave you the finger. Bet he pays more attention to where he is walking in the future.
DeleteWonder what he would say if he only knew you wrote about it on your blog and made a whole lot of people laugh :D
Well at least you making progress, just movin on down the road. Travel safe and think lotsa positive thoughts. Get that back fixed and be chasing young wimins again!!!
ReplyDeleteHa ha George. I'm think'n my chas'n young wimmins days are a thing of the past. The last one that "walked the plank" did so by her own accord.....with my blessings.
DeleteHaha, I've just about come to the conclusion that my being chased by young men (or men of any age) is a thing of the past. Dang, that's a helluva negative about getting old!
DeleteMy mother has a 76 year old lady friend who recently had an 80 year old gentlemen from church ask her in marriage.
DeleteShe turned him down but there is always hope!
Getting chased is never a problem. But, once in a while, the quality of the chaser is in doubt. Gee, guys younger than my youngest try to get my attention. What's with that? I had to get help with the last idiot--34 and saying he knew I wanted him. ??? I doubt his sanity or sincerity.
DeleteI had to replace the starter relay on our motorhome. I think it was about $30 took me longer to find it than it did to fix it. Get your CB hooked up and visit with the truckers as you cruze along.
ReplyDeleteHa ha River, I don't even talk to Sadie Mae as we travel along....much less a trucker.
ReplyDeleteI know where mine is....right there with bout 4 others all the same. 8 years ago, I had...if'n I'm think'n right, the same problem. Called Workhorse for warranty repair. They was gonna send a truck an' tow me all the way the other side of San Antonio from Port Aransas....bout 200 hunnert miles. I shorted the "hot' terminals on the starter....it fired right up. Never another problem until down the road a piece years later. Did I mention how hot a screwdriver gets. Burn hell out my fingers.
I know about those starters I got my wedding ring shorted across one and that will get your attention
ReplyDeleteIf you have to unhook the Jeep and go scout out the gas stations.
hi billy , now your back in the saddle a real world traveler , how long you visiting georga ? now your back in the groove have you been to niagra falls , the summer should be a lot less hotter up there. after you get your back fixed you'll be like you were 50 years ago , you'll be enjoying ever minute , you will have to find something else to blog about than your bad back .,i sure am looking forward to here from you saying you feel like 21 years old again .enjoy your trip and send more pictures .
ReplyDeleteBillie Bob, the no start thingy might be a dirty connection on one or both battery cables that you can't see without taking the cables off. I had that happen to my Jeep a couple years ago. That would cause the genny to not get power too.
ReplyDeleteGary