The journey began two days before the trip actually began with a fellow who cut off a Cal Arts junk-auto driving purple haired student…the domino reaction then caused the fellow to jump a divider while I was calmly waiting at a red light. I was eye to eye with Mr. Violet locks as he blammed into my front driver-side fender and door…The door was so smashed in I couldn’t get it open and was scrambling over the center console to try and get the license number of the guy who had caused the accident.
Thankfully the perpetrator stopped right there on
and McBean Parkway and admitted he had swerved into the college student’s lane. No one was hurt…except for my beloved car which has a penchant for stationary accidents. Either in a parking lot, parked, or stopped at a red light. Oh the woes of Valencia driving, you’re not safe anywhere. L.A. Calif.
Drivers exchanged information and the next day I took my car into the shop for repair, with insurance approval…thank goodness. The bad thing was we were leaving the next day to drive
450 miles to Monroe Utah to spend Thanksgiving with two of our daughters and six of the 12 grandkids…with a stop in Fredonia to see Patrick’s brother along the way. I was excited as we were planning to take my car with the seats which are much more “back-friendly” than my husband’s truck. “Oh no! “I thought, “Now we have to take the back-breaker” Arizona
We had not been on the road more than two hours when the dash began blinking a tire was low. We ignored the blinking…mostly due tothe fact we had no idea what the blinking meant…there was so muchhigh tech stuff on the dash we had not yet figured out how to turn on the radio. I looked for the directions…which were not found until we were stopped between
Glendale and Mesquite in …the middle of nowhere and not far from Zyzyx, for anyone who knows the area. Nevada
As Patrick pulled out the 25mile do-nut tire to allow us to reach civilization, we found the directions to the intricacies of the dash board. (They were hidden under the car-jack and never been opened, I assumed as a joke on us non-initiated car-tech drivers) We met some very nice people in Logandale who sold us a tire allowing us to drive to St. George Utah and exchange our car for a smaller SUV as no tire to fit the large Ford until after the long weekend. After the nice people at Enterprise car rental exchanged our flat tire car for another and we put our large load into the second car and we were finally on our way…after basically a three hour detour. I guess not as long as Gilligan on his sea tour!
Jacob and Beth called us no less than six times on Wednesday waiting for us to arrive and were very excited for our visit. We went to the horse auction to see Brooke herd some of the animals into the barn for the auctioneer. Then went out to the farm to see Ali’s new truck. Well, it really is an old one from the rancho and belonged to Uncle Bruce. It’s about 30 years old and was used to haul water out to the cattle when the well ran dry. She was excited and hoped to be able to fix it up and drive it to school. Quite different from the fancy rides the kids in Santa Clarita drive to school.
On our way home I began to write…a little ditty…
Now…I should’a known and simply said, “Let’s stay home in our big cozy bed.”
But No! The calls from kids led to the adventure that’s hard to forget.
It all began most innocently,
Tickets to go east were beyond our budget capacity
I should’a known and simply said,
“We ought ’a stay home, are you out’a your head?”
A trip to the girls only four hundred fifty miles away
“Mom, please come, we can cook and play”
The plans got set for a road trip, and almost packed to go
When sitting at a red light doing nothing wrong
A guy in leather pants singing a purple hair song
Smashed into my fender, and driver door too
The car went to the body shop, “What else could I do?”
My rental was big, “It’s all that we have”
The insurance man’s voice cooed, he applied it like salve.
So I said to my sweetie, “Let’s take this car on the trip,
The seats won’t give me a backache so I feel like a dip
Off we went feeling good til out in the desert we ran out a’ luck.
Hey feller, we ain’t got that tire out here in the sticks
We thought he was gonna cheat us with one of his tricks
But he put on tire and said as we drove out of sight
“Have fun with the family and a great Thanksgiving night.”
In the next town the folks were helpful when they saw we were stuck
(I was beginning to think we should’a brought Patrick’s old crippling truck)
But they fixed us up with a rental and we squeezed in it quite tight
Finally reached our destination, from then on things went fine and right.
I thought, “It could have been worse like when we had all five kids in the wagon
So after the fun we waved and called them by name
We were full of joy and could have heard us exclaim
We were full of joy and could have heard us exclaim
Colleen and Little Beth in her dancing shoes
We were with our loved family…so how could we loose.
Some may ask
Should we have stayed home and alone for the holiday?
No I don’t think so, I would have travelled there in a sleigh
Yes, the trip filled was with flat tires and a bit of strange woe
But, just ask me again, I’ll be packed in a jiffy and ready to go….