Good Hair, Bad Hair, Buy a Wig

A silvery rugged goatee sprouts from Paul's chin, more salt than pepper stubble a bit unruly, unexpected, 007ish, not Daniel Craig, more Sean Connery without the accent. Hang a pipe from his lower lip, slap on an eye patch and he could sail the seas aboard a shrimp trawler, chase pirates, battle the perfect storm. After all he is Captain of our tandem, well versed in disasters on wheels, the sea should be a walk in the park, a welcome distraction.

Why is scruffy stubble a great look on an old guy but a mottled dead cat disaster on his loyal sidekick? When we return from months on the road, anxious to see family and old friends, a total hair panic has Paul dropping me off immediately at my favorite Hair Barn. A massive grey striped tangle tamed by my personal miracle worker, thank you dear.

A few cross country treks ago is evidence of what can go terribly wrong when a clueless amateur picks up Burnt Auburn Beauty in a box. My hair depressed, droopy, barely alive, sprouting grey faster than the asparagus in Paul's garden.  Crazy desperation overrules calm logic, throw sanity and the directions to the wind, seriously how hard can it be, it's just color, not like I'm going to paint my entire house this flaming shade of red. Thirty minutes transformed my dull, lifeless mop into Lucille Ball on crack. Not the gorgeous, fiery trademark of the wildly famous hilarious star of my youth, mine turned out more like cotton candy, sticky with a sickly pinkish glow surrounding my skull. Electric shock treatment would have been less radioactive. My hair glowed, blazing even, a Las Vegas freak show with absolutely no talent. I'm in RV prison until my hair stops sizzling. 

Paul is oblivious. 

Me: Look At My Hair!!! 
Paul: Yeah, looks nice. 

Comments

  1. JeffMarch 16, 2025 at 12:43 PM

    At least Paul was trying to be nice. What if he had been totally honest; would he have any hair left on his head? ;)

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    1. P+M Hit The RoadMarch 16, 2025 at 1:32 PM

      Yes he is a smart man with lots of hair:-)

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    2. AnonymousMarch 16, 2025 at 2:43 PM

      I can’t wait to have you back in class. I just wish I could have seen your valiant attempt at being a hairdresser. 😂

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    3. P+M Hit The RoadMarch 16, 2025 at 9:01 PM

      It wasn't as scary as B+T's

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  2. Barb CarterMarch 16, 2025 at 2:48 PM

    No pics for us to see the reality ???

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  3. AnonymousMarch 17, 2025 at 10:11 AM

    Your story made me laugh out loud. What a sight I imagined. Hope your stop in Georgia with Joe and family was great.

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