Bad Luck and A New Truck
RV renegades heading west, home in the rear view, a full moon gently guiding a streaked wintry sunrise. Paul is chauffeur extraordinaire pumped up in his brand new ride, the very first and the very last freshly minted straight off the lot pickup truck. Decades of motoring disasters, head scratching, tire kicking, years of emotional trauma and all cursing imaginable have earned Paul this marvel of trucking Nirvana. Not certain the monster would even fit in our garage, he tore through the wall to create a crafty window box for the front grille adding exactly enough clearance to ease the garage door closed within a breath of the tailgate. “Baloney skin tight,” Paul's a miracle worker and master of old geezer morsels of wisdom. Our bank account wants to know where our next meal is coming from but hey there is enough ramen and saltines in the RV to last through Tucson. We're golden. Old Red treated us to an eye popping finale a few months...