Well... this stuff is all going to come in drips and drabs - in and out of any chronological order. For me this is kinda how it all started.
Look out pretty Mama I'm on the road again! Welll, we're on the way with Jum in the Captain's seat and Will riding shotgun. Ms. Jumkie and the boys are comfortably ensconced in the back – Curvey's sittin' across the from me in the breakfeast nook, in his wraparound shades waiting for a chance to try some of the cosmic .... purchased at the local MM Dispensary.
In the super-duper Queen Mary RV is Chopper and Bon and their three very brave kids, along with Arrib and Daughter, who according to regular phone reports from Cali Kid, are hanging on to the edges of their seats with bloodless hands and faces, fingers gripping into the woodwork like a clan of professional rock climbers, gritting their teeth every time Chops changes lanes to the sound the blaring air horns of outraged bird flipping truckers with Oklahoma plates. Cali Kid sitting in the seat across from Chops has been counting his rosary and praying to the Air-Bag God; for good measure he has gaff-taped himself into his seat. That said, we're rolling – with a quick detour to LAX to pick up last minute arrival Clark JW.
Apparently we were all talking too much and Jum was getting distracted by all the yacking so he opened the propane release valve letting the back of the RV fill up with gas. Everything is much quieter back here now. More later.
Good Night; Your Faithful Narrator.
Was just nodding off. Curve asleep in the back, Clark passed out in the breakfast nook, Homey asleep on the couch. We're up in the hills, blinding heat in the 100s. Up front Jum is intrepedily forging on while Shotgun Will keeps and eye for banditos. Still happy and sated from a big breakfast with Cali kid this morning, some of the best huevos rancheros in a long time, the heat is seeping into my soul and I lie down on the floor, I'm nodding out, going off into a smooth dream about cream pie, and pit tootsies. Then Boom! Boombedy boom da boom boom dumbledy-dumbledy bumpty bamp bamp. We're all awake . Rear inside wheel has lost it its tread and now we're crawling onto the off-ramp.
Chopper and crew are miles ahead - blissfully unaware of us limping into a truck stop. We're all sitting around waiting for AAA.
When I wrote all the above (I'm home now) - we were all of us hanging out waiting for AAA to come. Hours later a useless .... arrived who took must of have been over two hours just to get the wheel off. At which point - a few brews and a few bowls later - it all seemed like a tiny bump on the road to racing paradise as we all hopped back in the RV. Whee! Laguna here we come!!! Then less than 5 miles down the road - BAM BAM BUMBPTY RUMP RUMP RUMP etc. another tire unraveled. This time Jum located a Mexican mechanic who showed up in no time at all and replaced both blown-up tires with fresh rubber and patched THE THIRD TiRE - which we discovered had a big-... nail in it. Did the whole job in under 40 minutes with a smile on his face. He was the Pavarotti of tire changing; A magic man. Then... Jum petalled to the metal and hauled ... through the cooling hills and scrubland as the stars came out in the desert skies, all the while refining his smooth rap for the gate-man at Laguna knowing full well that were were not supposed to be allowed into the camp grounds after 12:00 midnight. I will leave the telling of the further details to Jum.