Watching the local television in the evening gives us a good perspective of the culture in the area. Just an example, a news show reported a man running from police in Tennessee dragging a stolen Coca Cola machine behind his car at speeds of 80 miles an hour. They had good video footage from the pursuing police car showing the coke machine sparking and swaying back and forth behind the car as they raced down the highway. It finally broke away and slid into a ditch. WoW....WoW.
I think it's about 15 degrees this morning in Tulsa. The ice is encrusted on the windows, ground still covered with snow. Coffee is made by 7:30, windows are scraped, RV engine warmed up, breakfast eaten, power disconnected, side pullouts run in and we're on the road by 8:30. Day 3 powering across the frozen tundra called the lower 48 states. This is getting a little tedious considering I don't think we have gained even a degree in temperature. It gets a little warmer, than overnight drops back down to what we left the day before.
Roads are good and the RV seems to be running well. The roads stayed good, but the RV started acting up again 25 miles down the road. Ugly noise man, all I can say ugly noise from that engine.
We blast down I-40 from Tulsa toward Amarillo Texas in spite of the ugly noise. We added gas to the tank twice until finally the engine settled down, approx. 200 plus miles from when we took on the load of whatever semi flammable liquid they sold us under the name of gasoline. By the second half of the day the RV was running like a fine tuned highly mobile self contained house. We fly into Amarillo looking for I-26 south toward Lubbock TX but were only partially successful. So we continued down I-40 while we fumbled with maps and the finally turned on the GPS to figure out where we actually were. Twenty minutes later we were back tracking and heading to our day's destination of Plainefield TX. Which we made right at sunset.
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