Boy oh boy, Willoughby and I went on our first road trip yesterday. It was quite the adventure. I can honestly say that I have never driven anything like the ol’ bus.
It was a cool and cloudy morning here in the capital city and there was a car show up north a bit, figured it would be a good excuse to get him out and stretch his legs. First things first, I had to make a small detour of about 20 miles to the west to pick up my brother. Willy wanted to take the back roads and see the country side. Now how could I say no to that.
It was fantastic, cruising the switchbacks, coasting down hills, and struggling to get up the other sides. Yeah, this is what weekends are all about, wind blowing in the face and an air-cooled bus puttin along without a care in the world. Of course all good things come to an end and this ride almost did about halfway through. I was coming around a curve when the bus sank on the driver side and started riding really rough. Yep, the dry rotted rear tire kissed the road good bye one last time and committed suicide.
But all is well, because while I did not come prepared with a jack and tire iron, good ol’ Willoughby did. Boy I tell you that guy thinks of everything, he really knows what road trippin is all about. In a short time Willy and I had him up on a jack and the new tire on.
Soon enough we were back in business, picked my bro up and off we went to the car show. Which turned out to be a big disappointment with only 7 or 8 cars left by the time we got there.
But Willy still wanted to flaunt that new power plant of his, I tell you he is always willing to show off in front of people. I think he may be a bit of an exhibitionist.
Since the show was a bust, Willy, my bro, and myself decided to head back. Along the way we stopped by Dr. Evermore’s, which boasts the largest scrap-metal sculpture in the world.
That place was wicked cool, but I think that Willy started to get a wee bit nervous that he was going to end up as one of the works of art. So we called it a day and headed home in earnest.
Upon reaching the house, I fixed Mr. Willoughby’s front door handles and finally got around to installing the front license plate. Now if I could just get his darn dash lights working we would really be in business.
