Passing Toledo, at least we think. Ohio is not big on signage. Which reminds me of the time I was running thru here on a road trip with my pretty green 911 and Chaucer. I had no idea which state I was in, could have been Michigan. This only irritated the cop who pulled me over for speeding. How can one not know where you are? Having Chaucer nearly jump thru the window at him did not help my situation either. One of my better tickets.
So, Michaela is driving thru Ohio, thankfully.
We have both decided we are driving one of the most anel, neurotic, and now the most bug infested vehicles on the road.
The dash has not stopped beeping, shouting, and simply alarming us of things either we are doing wrong, or that have gone wrong.
First thing this morning, before we pull out of park, we are met with major beeps, seen on the dash as !
Ok, time to find the Manuel, no, not in the glove box, but a special place in the way back!!
(have I mentioned, I am not a morning person?)
Ok, tire pressure! We can do that. Never mind that we wanted to be on the road by now, but, let's just get this done so we can get the truck to stop screaming.
Some time down the road, finally making ,progress. AGAIN! Michaela, "what doesn't the truck like now?". We have no lights. Crap!
Turns out, we have very fickle turn signal communication with the outside world, at best.
Ok, we're on the road again, closing in on Indiana. Maybe it's save for me to drive soon. I have to send a big thank you to my friend and former track buddy (although he has not retired) for receiving the early SOS calls!
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