Day 3
Some of you may be wondering why we were in Tucson in July during our honeymoon/ULTIMATE AMERICAN VAGABOND ROAD TRIP. Of course, Erin had that interview, which went swimmingly, but it was scheduled concurrently with our arrival to Tucson. The reason we had to take our silver Subaru starship to Mercury, is because this week is our inspection period on the home we are purchasing.
So we needed to check it out and call Shenanigans where Shenanigans needed to be called. We hired our very own professional Shenanigans investigator, and looked for Shenanigans ourselves. Shenanigans were found, primarily on the roof and in the cooling system.
After waiting for the termite inspector, who never arrived, we began the long trek west. We drove and we drove and we drove. The heat was incessant, at one point it hit 112. We were happily cruising along in our refrigerated box. Shortly after entering California on Interstate 10, Erin’s crazy ninja senses sounded a ninja alarm when she saw Izzy’s blue sleeping pad flying into a large semi-truck, followed by Izzy’s sleeping bag. Note : Erin has the crazy ninja laser eyes, the opening through she observed our escaping paraphernalia was only about a 3 x 3 inch square. She immediately freaked out and swerved crazily off the road (says Izzy). According to Erin, she calmly made a controlled stop, including using the blinker. Izzy jumped out (and remember it is 106 degrees) and observed our black roof whale laying wide open. Izzy stared backwards to see stuff, our stuff, being pummeled by semis. He ran like a rabid wolverine down the side of the Highway. Remember it’s 106 degrees. He nearly snatched the sleeping pad, but it was trampled yet again by a large semi. The sleeping bag started to roll towards the median, but fortunately another truck swooped by and the draft sucked back to the shoulder. Izzy triumphantly all the items, and so began the “what the frack was that!” section of our trip.
Izzy was wondering how in the hell the thing opened! Erin was wondering “Oh my ga, how are we going to get all of the roof stuff into the car, and where can we dispose of this defective roof whale? (Picture of roof whale coming soon). Izzy messed around with things for awhile, then we decided to rope it like a steer. That would would keep that whale’s mouth shut!
After lassoing the whale we continued on our way, albeit more slowly due to our attempts to figure out “what in the hell caused that!” Izzy was observing the whale’s behavior when he noticed it open its mouth to try to eat some bugs. The Yakima rack was defective! The wind was opening the front, the roof whale was becoming pressurized and its belly was bursting, spilling the contents all over the highway. We talked about possible solutions, and decided to just strap the shit out of it for now! We decided to camp somewhere “cool” so made our way up into the Angeles State Park, where it was only 62 degrees! Yay! Cauchy and Aldo said Woot!
Buenos Noches,
Izzy and Erin