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... If not, John will have to drive their motor home and I will drive ours. Not the best situation, but we will make it work. The best thing he can do is rest.
Those of you who have followed us on our trips before know that John likes to add his two-cents to my blog, and he isn't always politically correct. He's too tired to write anything tonight. For Karen's friends who don't know us, I apologize in advance.
Our destination for tomorrow is Salina, KS. ...
... to search for the grave of Thomas Lincoln, Abe’s
father. My old jalopy had been acting up again with the air conditioning not
working for a few days and an occasional squeaking sound from a belt (nothing
particularly unusual). Starting the car at the cemetery there was a sharp
screeching sound, smoke coming out from under the hood, and then a loud pop as
the steering belt snapped.
Great, stranded in the middle ...
... to find out their execution was to be postponed until tomorrow morning. Mark may have been kidding us about having to watching them being despatched.
We take a scenic ride back to the farm, via a hardware shop that has been in the same family for 103 years, now fronted up by a very likeable and helpful young woman- granddaughter of the founder of the business.
The day had been hot- 93F at the ...
... 8217;s never done that before. I’m so glad he had the chance to fix it for us…it’s made a world of a difference living here!
The shows today were a lot of fun…some genuinely lovely, happy people came to both shows even though the second show was heralded by an immense thunderstorm with awful wind. The center pole of the small tent over the marque actually blew off of its stand so while John held onto it against the wind, ...
... While laid up in Topeka I walked to Home Depot and got some JB Weld and made a stronger repair on my clutch lever. It broke before I got out of the parking lot . . . . No worries a little Gorilla tape put the clutch back in business.
I drove 350 miles before stopping for the night. I was now in striking distance of home . . . Just another 350 ...