It'll be a shame to pass through beautiful Texas Canyon in the dark. Of course, it's better than NOT passing through beautiful Texas Canyon in the dark, if you know what I mean. I'm just hoping the mere presence of the name "Texas"--leave aside that it's in Arizona--won't set Whip It! off on another round of breakdowns.
(Random thought: What's with bugs and light? If they like light so much, why don't they just be daytime bugs?)
Tucson: last time I was in this part of the state, I was on a bicycle. But, as long as I keep the tank as full as I can, Whip It!'s keeps running strong. I no longer long for a bicycle (although I do have the Creamcycle in the trunk).
Driving a car that would make such a great low-rider (you could fit a battery of batteries in Whip It!'s trunk), you tend to encounter a lot of gang guys. As I gas up at about 10 p.m. in Tucson, a carload of bangers approaches. No worry, though--they've always been friendly, and these guys are no exception. "You got it goin' on, or what?!" says one. "One of a kind, de verdad!"
Seems as though a lot of my projects are illustrative of what Doctor Johnson called "The Vanity of Human Wishes."
I had wanted to get from Phoenix to Houston in two days, and return in two days. Though it happened differently from how I'd planned it, it still happened.
I didn't get everything I wished for out of this trip. But I got more than I bargained for. And that's a good thing.