Last week I was planning to take the tow bar that my friend Brian had given me to the mechanic, have him install it, and then I figured I'd zip off to Arizona within a few days. But it didn't go exactly like that.
"There was a hitch in my travel plans, and I'm chained to the place I am."
Twang-twang! Sing it, Sister!
It's all gonna be fine, though. It turns out that the base plate that was already attached to my Tracker fits the Blue Ox tow bars. So I checked into buying one of those, decided to buy a used one from an online seller, and should have it here by FedEx today...or tomorrow...or whenever.
In the meantime, Steve heard the anxiety in my voice while we were on the phone one night, and now he is here to help me with the details of getting the Beluga and Tracker road-ready, and he'll be making the trip back to Arizona with me. Yay!
It's a good thing he's here, too. I seem to have a mental blank spot when it comes to adding water to my various batteries, and everything was down and problematic when he got here.
Maybe another verse?
"I'm powerless to leave this town, because I let my battery levels get down..."
I also found out that I needed to have some wiring done in both the Tracker and on the back end of the Beluga to get the lights set up for towing. I mentioned in my last blog entry that I was working with Travis at Pit Stop here in Truth or Consequences, NM. He's been doing really good work for me and has helped me a lot, so here's another pitch for him and his new business.
"I'm getting wired to travel, and so is my tow,
When everything's done, I'll be ready to go..."
Friends ask me when I'm leaving, and I am glad I've learned to be comfortable in the unknowing.
Don't be down in the mouth, 'cuz you'll soon be headin' south.
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