Dog Doo on your shoe

Sunday

November 23, 2008.

Road-time: 10:30 AM

48 degrees F

13,729 miles on the beast odometer.

My Dad and I where leaving to go to Red Bay, Alabama. This is where our 45' land yacht was built. We have a list of repairs, and we are taking the beast back to the factory so they can fix things.

We were just ready to leave, when my mom stepped in dog do and trailed it all throughout the coach. Before she stepped in poop, there was a problem with one of our 4 slides; it would not shut all the way. I found the problem, it was ice, a lot of ice, stuck on top of the slide. Then we had to get a ladder and climb up to remove the ice. Well, after all the commotion, my mom and sister left and finely, my dad and I were on the road.

We were on the road for a while when my dad said "...this land yacht feels like it rides on air..." It almost seems that it is a hoover-craft sometimes. The co-pilot seat is just like a really comfortable recliner in a livingroom.

At about 1:30 we entered Oregon. Then, we met the GT40. This red hot car with a white stripe pulled alongside and roared his engine. He beckoned us to race. My Dad floored the accellerator...but we were left in the dust.This is the land yacht, with its' toad. Together they are almost 65' long; a 45,000 pound behemoth. No match for a 3,000 pound GT-40

Now that the day is over, my Dad and I have parked this beastly thing, and we are listening to boy music (rock and roll), eating ceasar salads and BBQ chicken tortillas. We covered approximately 325 miles today. We would have traveled farther if mom had not stepped in the dog do. Tomorrow, we are off to California. It's a boy's life on the road.