Seattle to Flint - my journal - 07/13/11 05:24 AM
Just answered a couple of emails, and then thought about creating a journal of my trip. We'll see if I remember to post a note TOMORROW night too. :-)
DAY ONE
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Bob Helgeson and I left Seattle at 6:45 am today.
Drove 13 hours (over 600 miles). Spending the night outside Bozeman, Montana. Heavy rain showers the last couple of miles. Broke my rule - and ended up driving during nighttime the last 50 miles.
After checking in to the motel, opened the trailer to an overwhelming smell of gasoline. Discovered that the gas cap came off the '31 and was on the floor of the trailer. Gasoline splashed all over the rear of the car and over the floor. It melted the rubber mat of my trailer. Also lifted the paint off the floor.
Spent an hour wiping it off - and dousing it with water. Then siphoned a gallon out of the tank. Put the cap back on - really, really tight.
Bob and I walked over to the Flying J and I bought some hand cleaner to remove the gas smell. He bought beer. I helped him drink it.
Now it's time for bed... I'm a little tired.
(Note: The worst day on the road trailering your vintage Chev is better than the Best day at work!!)
--But, heck, you already knew that!
DAY ONE
--------
Bob Helgeson and I left Seattle at 6:45 am today.
Drove 13 hours (over 600 miles). Spending the night outside Bozeman, Montana. Heavy rain showers the last couple of miles. Broke my rule - and ended up driving during nighttime the last 50 miles.
After checking in to the motel, opened the trailer to an overwhelming smell of gasoline. Discovered that the gas cap came off the '31 and was on the floor of the trailer. Gasoline splashed all over the rear of the car and over the floor. It melted the rubber mat of my trailer. Also lifted the paint off the floor.
Spent an hour wiping it off - and dousing it with water. Then siphoned a gallon out of the tank. Put the cap back on - really, really tight.
Bob and I walked over to the Flying J and I bought some hand cleaner to remove the gas smell. He bought beer. I helped him drink it.
Now it's time for bed... I'm a little tired.
(Note: The worst day on the road trailering your vintage Chev is better than the Best day at work!!)
--But, heck, you already knew that!