Roadside with Dr. House and an ailing Jessie
Today was meant to be a road-trip to Seattle to check in with Best Buy and REI and grab something amazing for lunch at Pike Place. And ya know what, we almost made it there. I had such high hopes. And when I say almost made it there, the there that I refer to is the Canada/US border. About 5kms away we heard a horrific sound that managed to make itself heard over the House MD soundtrack we were rocking to, then a smell like burnt cat soaked in engine grease, then all power to the drive-train was gone and shifting was impossible. I pulled off, put my work gloves on and grabbed the flashlight, jumped out feeling very manly and capable and looked under the truck. Even popped the hood for good measure. Why? No idea. NO. IDEA. What was I looking for? I’d have needed a post-it note that said, “This part here is busted.” And then what would I have done? Fixed it? AHAHAHAHA. That’s funny. But I felt very manly all the same.
And then I called CAA (like AAA but with free health-care and no guns) and they came and towed Jessie’s recalcitrant aluminum-clad ass back to the garage where she seems, these days, to spend most of her life.
This is all good stuff. It’s getting the kinks out, fixing things now so I needn’t do it later. And for the first time in my life I’m relatively relaxed about it, because it’s part of the adventure. But ask me how I feel when I’ve literally got no home to go to! On February 28, I leave Vancouver heading for Washington’s Olympic Peninsula, from there south through the Oregon coast and to San Francisco. And then I just keep going. More later on the actual time-line as I iron it out, as well as packing lists, and actual plans for this crazy trip. And photographs too, once the roof-tent is mounted and some of the final preparation is completed. Once on the road I hope to be blogging often and sharing the photographs and the stories with you. See you then!