1700 miles into the first 2500 mile leg and ole Murphy tried to rule against us. The old red Ford of ours, pressed into motorcycle hauling duty, decided to grenade its pedal position sensor. It’s not the first time but it’s the first time in two years. The other time, it took me a week to get the part. We just happened to coast down the right ramp when the truck died. Then we just happened to coax life from the old girl, enough to get us to a huge auto parts warehouse store. After learning to speak the clerk’s language, eh?, we learned the store had a new sensor in stock. Paranoid boy pulled the right tools from his bag of tricks and BAM! Good as new!
Still have ground to cover but we are feeling some kinda way, having kept the busy Mr Murphy at bay…
Where now? Forward!
Harv, sporting new truck parts
Phat Barstewards 