Starship Bounder - NCC1703


Greetings and solicitations.  This is the first entry in this new blog in which I shall attempt to humorously describe the day-to-day trials and tribulations of the wonderful world of RV'ing (?!) as I travel from my hovel in Phoenix to my brother's palace in the thriving metropolis of Sparta, North Carolina.

I say humorously because if I don't laugh about it, I will certainly cry about it and that's just no fun.

I'm in Mahahanama, Texas, or something like that.  In a nice RV Resort, which is how more and more RV Parks are describing themselves usually so they can charge more than the old-fashioned RV Parks.  But in this case, it is a very nice park at a very reasonable cost.  So there.

Today was fun.  My RV Generator stopped generating and without the generator the roof air conditioners don't work so the dogs and I had to make do with just the Ford Chassis Dash Air conditioning and as hard as it tried it just wasn't up to cooling a 30-foot rolling box of air.  To complicate the situation, today is Saturday, so there's no place to buy the suspected part (fuel pump) and won't be tomorrow either and although Amazon has the part, they can't deliver until Monday, and I hope to be 400 miles east of here by then.  So, I'm planning on calling some repair shops in Arkansas to try to schedule a pick-up/install for next Wednesday.   Maybe.  If they are willing.  We'll see.

A couple of observations from today.

Leaving Arizona and entering New Mexico there's a sign that says, "Welcome to New Mexico, Land of Enchantment, our roads are worse than Arizona's and that's saying a lot."  (I may have added a bit there.)  They also have some neat signs like, "Warning. Dust Storms May Exist."  I find that interesting because I'm pretty sure that dust storms do exist.  I've actually seen some.  They also have signs that say, "Obey All Warning Signs, it's the Law" which is a warning to obey all the other warning signs, which to be thorough requires another sign telling us to obey the warning, warning sign. This could get deep, so I will let it go.

I needed caffeine at one point and stopped in at one of those Scottish places, aka McDonalds.  There was no one behind the counter to take my order because there was no counter for them to be behind.  There were only 5 or 6 punch it yourself kiosk screens with about 500 levels of punchability options and I got so frustrated just trying to order a vanilla iced coffee I almost walked out!  Thankfully there was a nice (non-employee) lady who showed me how to navigate down to the "drinks, special, medium, coffee, cold, level and then how to pay with a freakin' credit card for that one simple, stupid coffee.

Guys, I used to be smart!

I designed computer systems for NASA!  

And a $%$#@ order entry screen almost reduced me to a homicidal blithering idiot.

I'm not sure, but McD's may have just lost a very dedicated customer.

Oh well, as I am wont to say, "The fun just never stops."

Now I gotta figure out how to put a photo at the top of this blog.

But not tonight.  I've had enough stress for one day.

First Officer

Rusty Pistons

Starship Bounder NCC-1703








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