Well, I made it 300 miles into the trip before the No Love Shovel quit on me. I had a lot of confidence that she could do it. God knows I put enough money, time and effort into her and had numerous builders take their turn doing what they do best, but yet, it wasn't enough. The thing that gets me is that I tried, I mean really tried, to make sure she could make the trip.
I have to say though that when she ran, she ran really strong, and man, did it feel good. I forgot how much I enjoy being on the road. It was my therapy. Not sure what my next step is going to be, but I'll figure it out.
In the meantime, I'll be a bastard to be around for a few days...
Picture courtesy of Mr. Miyagi.
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