Fostorey

07 September 2007

Lewaville, kay why.

Hey kids!

We're safely holed up in the Louisville, KY KOA. Heh! KY KOA! Anyhow, we've been bustin' ass through this-here land of ours, with spotty interwebs availability and a giant shit-ton of rain. Here's a quick update:

Thor's day: Elk City bus fixin' went well, as you might have noted. We got rolling the next morning and made it to Santa Fe. The campground was freaking awesome, as you might well expect if you've ever been to the high desert. Much excellent sleepings in the crisp mountain air, but some seriously fucking nasty dispositioned biting flies shared the bus with us.

Friggaday: Cliff came up to visit the campground and we enjoyed some "coffee and fellowship" (as the X-ians say) before heading down into the city proper for pre-wedding stuffs - tux fitting hotel checkings-into, exhaust leak fixing supply buying and etcetera. Rehearsal and rehearsal dinner taken care of, we headed back to La Fonda for some shut-eye.

Saturn-day: Played some pool with Cliff and the boys, ate the bext goddam tex-mex ever (no, seriously!), went to an art gallery for some Miller Lite-fueled statue critiquing and headed to the suite of Cliff's musical guests for some drinkin'.

Sunnyday:
Bought some straight money handmade cowboy boots. Got a haircut in the hotel bathtub (sorry, supernice La Fonda maintenance ladies!). Walked very slowly up the aisle in Loretto Chapel and stood at attention for like 50 years. Actually, it was a short and sweet hippy-ass ceremony of which I was proud to be a part. I didn't cry, though, in case you were wondering. Headed to the reception and drank like pirates. Tried out my new boots during a 3 am cigarette break, which was cool because Santa Fe was completely fucking deserted.

Moonday: HANGOVER!

to be continued, xoxo Scott...

29 August 2007

Ignition!

Hey, Scott here for once. Boston Bob is (and I cannot stress this enough) THE MAN!

In true expert fashion, he diagnosed the problem and gave me the solution. Here's the deal:

Problem: Heavy-ass rain, loss of power under load, eventually ending up at full stall.
Diagnosis: At least one ignition wire has gotten wet and is not putting juice where it ought to be putting juice.
Solution: Dry the wires.

Done.

Bus cranks up, stumbles a bit when I give it some gas, but keeps going. We hit the exit and get halfway around the cloverleaf bit when a rainbow (I shit you not!) appears and points right down to the KOA sign. Lucky rabbit's foot we had just bought has seemingly come through for us already (thanks, little guy, for the foot!). We are now, as I type this, cold chillin' at the best darn KOA this side of the Red River, knocking back a cold one.

Tomorrow, the leaks around the left rear turn signal and brake/reverse/etc. cluster will get gooped and we shall soldier on to Santa Fe.

Also, as soon as we get camped out in the swanky hotel that is our ultimate destination, I'll try to get my shit together and squeeze out some bloggin'. Until then, later on cats!

-Scott

It's Raining, It's Pouring...and Karma is Still a Bitch

Coming to you LIVE from exit 50 of I-40, just outside beautiful Elk City, OK. We're in a vicious rain storm, broken down on the side of the highway waiting for AAA. Scott's on the phone with Boston Bob, and I've hacked into the free information superhighway from the KOA campground that is within eyesight. Oooh, I just heard mention of injector relays.

Houston, we have our first problem. Thank goodness the laptop battery isn't dead yet.

Signing off, please don't phone so we can conserve cell juice. We are safe and help is on the way.

Fortunately Christian & Ericka only drank all the bourbon in the house that was in bottles and my flask is still intact.

Stay tuned...

Editor's Note

Even though all the posts will say "published by Scott," they're mostly by Lesley. My login to the posting function of blogspot is all kinds of wrong.

More later...we're headed to Tucumcari today and getting the heck out of Arkansas, the armpit of these United States.

Vale pues,
Lesley

Day One: Holy Crap, We’re on the Road

4:58 PM Pull out of the Driveway

1800 miles to go

5:00 PM Rain

Lesley and Scott look at each other, trepidation crossing their faces. Soldier on.

5:10 PM Passenger side windshield wiper ceases to function

Lesley: Have we gotten ourselves in over our heads?

Scott: Of course darlin’, but that happened well before today.

Still, they soldier on.

6:51 PM First “bus love,” a vintage, restored European car of unidentified provenance, full of people waving at us on Rt. 340 S. We’re totally doing this!

Shortly after, we see a weathered Mickey Rourke type riding a horse bareback while smoking (Marlboros, no doubt), just loping along the median strip of Rt. 340. He’s totally crazier than we are, if not for the fact that we have more horsepower.

Delayed Start (Subtitled: If it’s Not One Limb, it’s Another)

Things were going entirely too well on Friday so I should have known better. Shame on me!

The bus passed inspection, my orthopedist said that I didn’t need the boot anymore as long as I continued with six more weeks of ultrasound therapy, and we decided to leave for the trip on Sunday to allow ample time Saturday for packing and other miscellany.

Every weekend in recent history I’ve made homemade pizza: dough from scratch, sauce from scratch, and lovely herbs from the garden. Saturday was no different, with one major exception. While chopping basil for the finishing touch, I made the grave error of actually attempting to carry on an animated conversation…and slipped on my final knife pass.

The chiffonade of fresh basil that I was “carefully” chopping quickly turned into a bloody gore fest and I realized that I had almost completely severed the top ¼ inch of my middle finger. The irony was not lost that it was karma’s way of giving me the good old one finger salute: You are completely incapable of having good luck Lesley; therefore you must sacrifice a critical digit in order for the rest of the trip to be a success!

An impromptu trip to the ER then ensued (one day shy of my 5 month anniversary...it was a veritable reunion in the ER), followed by a late night Burger King run in which the lady (and I use that term loosely) behind the counter told me that no, I could not have half regular iced tea and half sweet tea because they just didn’t do it that way.

We got home at almost 1:00 AM, I missed SNL, and still hadn’t packed. F-you karma, I’ll get you back one day.