"Loving the open road, driving into the heart of Texas"
I typed it and thought I posted it on Facebook, but apparently it didn't go through.
"We're going to make a big push today, so we can have a nice and easy chill day tomorrow and coast into Austin." famous last words.
That didn't happen either.
I'm kicking caffeine again. No Red Bull on this trip.
A 5-hour Energy with a Red Bull back and I'm good to go. Cruising along with a little white line fever going on, (the highway version not the powdery one), music blaring, all is good.
Skye calmly yet sternly, "Dad pull over. Now. It's worse than the chain."
"Pull over now. Not at the next exit. Now."
So I obediently do.. She gets out.
I get out.
Five "What the Fuck's?" later.....
One of the tires on our trailer blew out or something and I must have been driving on it for, well a long time. We smelled it and figured it was just good ol' Texas oil refinery smell.
In retrospect, it was the smell of burning tires, a very distinctive odor.
We had a slew of 20/20 hindsight visions.
That spare tire I meant to get several times over and blew off several times over. Yeah probably should have been more resolute about that.
Taking it easy and limiting how many hours we drove. Yep wish I would have stuck to that.
When I left Atlanta, I was keeping my driving to 55 mph, by the time I was half-way through Texas, I was trying to keep it under 75 mph.
On the trip back towards Baton Rouge, we were hitting 75 mph just outside LA county. By the time we were cracking the whip on the 80 mph speed limit highways of Texas we were approaching speeds of just shy of 90.
And maybe we were a bit overloaded. I doubt it, but it can't be overruled.
We parked the trailer on the side of the highway and soldiered on to Sonora, TX where we had hotel reservations, some 60 miles away. We figured we'd have a better chance at getting a rim and tire there than at the somewhat closer town of Ozona.
Nope, neither city could help us out. We had to trek up to San Angelo to get our tire and rim. Actually we were going for two sets so that we would have a spare next go round.
Twenty or more phone calls later and 120 miles and we were good to go.
Then back to Sonora and off to the trailer to change some tires, a 60 mile trip each way.
We put two new tires and rims on our little trailer and back at the hotel, I took what was left of the survivor wheel and tire and made it into our spare.
I found a spare tire mount that worked out perfectly at the Tractor Supply where we got one of the tires.
We'll be limiting our speed to 65 mph. Doing short days, I think 6 hours max. And will be monitoring our tail more.
Tomorrow hopefully we'll be in Austin, where we thought we'd be today.
The tale of the tortoise and the hare came true.