Yes I missed another night of posting. That was because, by the time we had finished running around and getting the truck loaded, it was about 10:00 and all I could tell you about was the 28 things we got done yesterday to get this show on the road. It would have been a fun filled diatribe of dealing people on phones, in stores, in warehouses, and other fine establishments. I could also tell you when we finished picking up the Tuxedos she wanted to go to lunch so we went to the local hole in the wall place in Mission Viejo (Paul's Diner) and she ordered chili cheese fries. Now when I saw this pile of healthy vegetable covered in grease, fat and cheese, I was thinking that I wish I could eat that kind of food. Less than an hour later, Mrs. C was bent over in pain with chili cheese revenge.
There was so much mundane baloney to tell you about I just could not relive it. Sorry. But today was a new day.
We got up at 0 Dark Thirty and had the truck ready to role down the highway and Man Child ready to roll to school. We bid a fair adieus and went our merry ways.
About 9:30 my cell phone was ringing and I thought either they are near Stateline Nevada or the truck broke down. The later was a joke because it would be inconceivable for the F 250 truck to break down as it was loaded with wedding dress, 14 cases of wine, enough luggage to shame Louis Vuitton, and really important stuff you can't find in Utah like Margarita Salt, Glass Beads, gummy bears, junior mints, etc.
Well, it was my lovely wife almost in tears and obviously shaken up as they had blown their treads on the back right tire.
Devin is a very conservative driver as she feel it is her duty in life to make every other driver on the US Freeway System drive around so she can call them names. (Once, after a week with Douglas Nash from the UK she was calling these folk "wankers". A quick definition has cured her of that adjective.) Her cautious driving style probably saved her life today. There was extensive damage done to the wheel well and skirt on the back quarter panel. Our local Ford Dealer gave the truck the once over last week and did not spot the obvious dry rot on the tread.
Ellen and I immediately went into action. Well, Ellen went into action I cursed and pounded the desk for about 5 minutes. I called the Ford Dealership and asked for one of my political cronies, the owner and got a call back from the GM immediately. To make a 3 hour story very short, we were able to locate 4X 315 75R16 tires in beautiful Barstow CA and have them mounted and the vehicle back on the road in all of about 4 hours. Devin and Ryan are safe and have a late night arrival into Salt Lake City.
