Rand McNally tells me that is how far from Yukon,Oklahoma to Santa Monica, California that I would have to travel to reach my destination. Been thinking about taking a look at the Pacific Ocean again. Last view was when my brother and I took my Dad there to lay to rest his last living sister ! (Now that is what you might say 'that's a whole other story by itself! She left home in Oklahoma in the 1930's and only surfaced to her nine brothers and sisters, some fifty years plus later!) And what a story her history has! I really don't know how I can get so off base on a post!
Noticed my left front tire was low on air this afternoon? I'm a stickler for keeping tires at their proper pressure! Flipped on the air compressor and shot about twenty pounds of air into the anemic tire.
Hurried up to see my Buddy Chuck to get her fixed before she went flat! One ugly nail, and a No Charge ticket, had me fixed up Untill!!
this is the year that tires on my truck, along with my fifth wheel trailer, needs to be replaced. maybe if i write quietly with no large letters the estimate of replacement will not hurt.
OUCH! and chuck only smiled, as I waved goodbye to new lenses and other toys for this year!
The 'Joads" in Steinbecks "Grapes of Wrath" would be laughing out loud and slapping their knees at my dilemma! The 'Clampets' on their way to Beverly Hills would probably have Jed or Granny standing guard with a shotgun to make sure I didn't get off with their New Spare Tire!
I'm always wondering! I wonder how far it would be if one could travel Route 66 again 'sans' I-40? I've had the good fortune to travel the Mother Road , Rt.66, with my parents to California
before I-40. And we had not a clue that my aunt lived in Santa Monica! There has been several re-alignments to the old road going west. At one time it even reached to Santa Fe, NM following the setting sun! The eastward journey to Chicago from Yukon, was travelled in my later life, when I used to call the Windy City home for a few months at a time. I-55 was the direct route, with Rt.66 rusting in the shadows. Hope memory serves, but it seems like Lake Shore Drive and Jackson Blvd. intersecting at Grant Park was the start, or the End, of this road, the other at Santa Monica at the Pacific's shore at the pier.
Born and raised on this old road, wonder if I could just borrow the spare, hang a couple of desert water bags from the front bumper, stay off the fourlane, eat some of those chicken fried steaks that melt in your mouth, and save a couple of grand for new tires? Guess not! Just wish old Chucky Boy with his high priced tires, understood that! Last thing I heard leaving the shop was, 'I gottem in stock'. My last words were ' Think these tires would be good for another 3000miles or so, I've got a new spare? !'