Clocks and Tires . . .
We started off this morning an hour too early. But not really for the reason you might think.
No, we did not forget to ‘Spring Forward’. The problem was that one of our clocks did.
Arizona is one of two states (the other is Hawaii) that don’t observe Daylight Savings Time. But our bedroom clock did observe it. It must have thought it was on Navajo Nation time, since they DO observe DST here in Arizona. I thought I had turned off DST on the clock, but apparently it didn’t take.
So thinking we were getting up about 9:15 we rushed to get ready to meet Nick and Terry at 10 to drive over to the Arizona Market Place to spend the morning.
But, while Jan was in the shower, I came out to the living room to discover that it was really 8:15. So we had plenty of time after all.
Around 10am we left the rig with Nick and Terry, Tom and Barb, and Jan and I, and headed out.
The Arizona Market Place is a flea market type shopping area, that, although it’s really open to the weather, is shaded by large canopies that keep it very comfortable for the shoppers.
One thing that was neat about this place was the several large hardware/RV stores. They all had a lot of neat stuff, and I found several things I’ve been looking for to finish up some projects that I have in mind, and Jan found a new fanny pack and the rest of the Sue Grafton Alphabet mysteries she’s gotten hooked on.
Something for everyone.
About 12:30 Nick, Terry, Jan, and I drove out to the Foothills area to eat lunch at a Mexican place a vendor at the Arizona Market Place had recommend called Mi Fajita.
Since it was right down the road from the Chocolate Crafter’s store, we swung thru their parking lot on the way, but found them closed on Sunday. Bummer!
Mi Fajita turned out to be very good, and everyone enjoyed their meal. And as usual after finishing, we just sat around talking.
We got back to the rig about 2:30 and everyone seemed to think it was a good idea for a nap. I know I certainly did.
Around 4pm or so Nick and I got together to check our tire pressures and add any needed air.
And one of Nick’s tires really, really needed air. It also needed the rest of the tire that had blown out.
As you can by this photo the tire is has two large holes, one at about 10 o’clock and the one even larger, at 4 o’clock. This is the left rear inside dual, and the holes are on the inside toward the middle of the rig so they can’t be easily seen.
Nick has a Pressure Pro Tire Pressure Monitor System, but in one of those ironic coincidences, he had been having trouble with the sensor on the that tire not working.
But we didn’t discovered all this until after Nick had called his Coach-Net Emergency Road Service and they came out and pulled both tires on that side to see what the problem was.
And now we know what it was.
But by the time we knew what had happened, it was too late to get a new tire. So Nick will have to wait until tomorrow morning to get it replaced.
Which means we very possibly won’t be leaving for Tucson tomorrow like we’d planned. We’ll just have to see. But luckily we don’t have any schedule to keep, or any place to be at a certain time.
Finally, about 8pm we all headed out to DQ so Nick could drown his sorrows in a large chocolate milkshake. Personally, I drowned mine in a large Caramel Moolatte.
Different strokes, and all that.
More tomorrow, maybe from Tucson, maybe not.
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Thought for the Day:
"You cannot invade the US. There would be a rifle behind each blade of grass." – Admiral Yamamoto, Japanese Imperial Navy
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