I was reminded last night about how I started off this blog in the first place: “It’s the journey that matters, not the destination.” I’ve been pretty good about keeping that in mind, although there was a time after the second set of front wheel cylinders, and the brakes were bled, when a hose burst and I may have dropped into a minor depression. Luckily, there was a bottle of scotch to lean on that evening. Other than that moment, I’ve handled the stay in San Antonio well.
It was easy to do.
You never know who you are going to meet when you are traveling down the road, and I have always been extremely lucky in that regard. That luck more than held up in San Antonio. I owe an enormous THANK YOU to Mac, Karla, Gretchen and Mae. Thank you for the warm hospitality, the wonderful dinners, Benjamin Tacos, the bed with my protectors, access to the shop with its vault of Rover parts, the Christmas Eve party complete with carols, that beautiful scotch, but most of all, thank you for the friendship. You were all trip savers; I appreciate all that you did in getting The Rover & I back on the road.
If I think of a name for her, you all will be the first to know.
All my best,
Mike
December 28th, 2010 at 4:04 AM
Second verse, same as the first…safe travels in Mexico!
December 28th, 2010 at 4:54 AM
You have no idea how much I wish I was on that trip!
December 28th, 2010 at 5:23 AM
You’re only saying that Larry because I mentioned “scotch”. The passenger seat is empty, you know…
December 28th, 2010 at 3:50 PM
Mike –
Our trip started out with some truck problems too: someone sawed the catalytic converter off our exhaust pipe!
December 29th, 2010 at 1:48 PM
Mike, may I suggest “Vera” as a name for the Rover? From the Pink Floyd song, the line says “Vera, what has become of you?” I’m sure you must have been thinking something along those lines during the breakdowns!
Take care, my friend!