Date: Fri, 5 Jul 1996 21:25:39 -0400

From: Eddiehintz@aol.com

Subject: Trip Report: How the west was fun...

Howdy all!

It's been rather fun since we last talked... Sam, myself and Indra (the dog) have had adventures. After the kind hospitality of my sister and her husband and roommate, we headed west on rt. 84, and I took a nap. Sam missed the turn to continue on 84 to I 40, and woke me up just before Yeso NM, with the news that she thought she'd missed the turn. OK, says I, we just take rt. 60 out to 285, thence to I 40 (look at a map, it'll make more sense). So we pull over so I can take over driving, and the oil light starts to flash. No big deal, I add the extra Qt., and make a note to myself to pick up more oil in the next town. Well, 45 minutes later, the oil light flashes again. This is not a good thing. So, I go investigate, lo and behold, I have bit myself. I checked the Valves in Clovis NM before we left my sister's house. When I put the left side valve cover back on it didn't seat properly. So we dumped oil at the rate of 1 qt. per 50 or so miles. No es bueno, especially on rt. 60, in NM, on 4th July, at 4:45 AM, 10 miles shy of Vaughn NM. So we waited.

 

 

 

And waited.

 

 

 

Finally, at about 5:30 a fellow comes by that stops when I flap my wings at him. He doesn't have oil. Says there's a couple of cars and a truck behind him. Offers a ride to Vaughn, but I refuse, not wanting to leave Sam and Indra in the middle of nowhere. So I flag down a nice old couple in an American (ugh!) mini-van, and they offer to go back to Vaughn and get us some oil. So they go. Then, 5 minutes later, the 1st fellow shows up-he decided to get us some oil! And he refuses payment. Nice guy. So I dump in the oil, and off we go, waving down the folks in the mini-van to get my change back and thank them for having gone out of their way. Karma is a good thing to build up, dontcha know.

So, on through NM. A very scenic place. The sun rising over the hills, and the neatly trimmed grass, painstakingly maintained by a herd of cattle. The tan ground stretches off to the distance, accented by the green of scrub bushes, much like the desert of California I grew up camping in. And it didn't hurt matters that I had to wear a jacket. Nice to have a low below 73-hasn't happened for a few months in Austin. The Cibola National Forest was a real treat for the eyes, and we snapped the necessary photo as we crossed the continental divide. A later stop in Gallup was the opportunity to purchase some Castrol to replace the cheap stuff so kindly provided by our early morning savior. And AutoZone refused to take my Travelers Checks-said they only take American Express. A Bronx cheer to AutoZone-what's wrong with Master Card Travelers Checks anyway? And now, if you'll excuse me, we're pulling up Winslow Arizona. I think I'll go stand on a corner and see if it really is a fine sight to see a girl in a flatbed Ford slowing down to take a look at me... ;-) Somehow I think Sam may not like this idea...

Peace,

Eddie

 

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