Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Bob's Blah Blog:

Ok, here's the real scoop on the trip. We ate at Tommy's hamburgers! Not the orginal that you would find in the Rampart section of LA, but a reasonable facsimile. Actually, it was a Tommy's franchise. Burgers with the works. Onion, pickle, tomato and CHILI! You talk about good and you got a mouth full. We could of had fries with that burger, too, and more chili, but we didn't (I mean Corinne) didn't want me to have the after affects of chili...if you know what I mean.

We spent one night at the Flying J truck stop in Bakersfield, parked way in the back with all the big rigs, "yup, yup, yup" (thats trucker CB radio talk for "yup, yup, yup"). We left "Sticker town" on our big adventure. Anyways, back to the truckstop. We found a number of empty spaces all around the lot, some better than others, some no so better. We finally ended up out near the freeway parked next to two bobtails and a tanker. Got parked and hooked up the generator. Odd smell in the area which we learned the next morning was a drainage curb behind our rig that I am quite sure where the drivers divest themselves of excess water and and stuff during the night instead of going inside the terminal. Now, if you ask the drivers they would tell you its the "chicken-haulers" who are responsible for that. Anyway, Corinne almost stepped in the wet and that would not have been good for here shoes or hair because she would have had to ride in the back of the truck the rest of the way. Its a new truck, you know.

At the cemetery, we walked around and found the graves we were looking for. One gravestone I found of interest was the one for someone's husband. The marker said "erected by his wife." Well, I would certainly hope so.