Hey all,
So you think we are on an adventure, do ya? Can you guess where we are with the Krisco kid? Perhaps you are thinking we are in sunny California…or in the high Cascades of Washington…or even on the beaches of Cabo San Lucas, Baja Mexico.
You would be wrong.
We have been foiled once again by the prairie dogs of the high plains of…South Dakota. Ah sh@%! It seems there has been an entire prairie rodent colony living in the bed of the truck. In the entire vegetable oil fuel line for that matter. Basically, this “analogy” is to spare you all the gory mechanical details of what has kept these two stubborn travellers busy for the past week in Rapid City, South Dakota (thanks a million to our good friend Monica Paulson for hosting us grease monkeys). To those of you who have offered an invitation to visit you, we offer a premptive apology for the grease, tools, and auto parts strewn across your lawn. We never said this trip was glamorous.
Basically, the reason you are not hearing any stories of daring adventure yet is because we had to tear apart the entire vegetable oil tank, replace the whole fuel line, and call enough mechanics in Rapid City to find out that most auto specialists can be traced to a single blood line. Furthermore, all the employees of Ace Hardware have made their way onto our Christmas card lists. All this to find a little air leak in the fuel filter (a $1 repair).
But today..today we we sent that prairie dog family packing. The grease is flowing freely and we’ll be driving on it. Tomorrow the Krisco Kid WILL be leaving the beautiful state of South Dakota. It’s time to go west…finally. Besides, after all this warm fall weather, that bison hide is really starting to smell bad.
Love to you all,
Aaron and Phil