Why do I worry?
After sitting in San Marcos TX since June in my new-to-me 1994 Holiday Rambler I’m now just a month away from heading out on the start of my new mobile life. The following is my concern.
I’ve never been much of a worrier about car and travel issues. I’ve done my own car repairs all my life and I’ve always been very self-reliant. When I was in college I didn’t think twice about taking a semester off, hoping in my ratty old TR3 and driving from Illinois to San Francisco via Los Angeles (it was winter). Almost ran out of money by Vegas but took the $20 I had left and turned it into $200 playing black jack. That was in the late 60’s. In the 80’s I rebuilt a 1956 21' aluminum cabin cruiser. I used to take it 30 miles offshore into the Gulf of Mexico sport fishing. Some of my friends thought I was crazy but for years I had a great time with it. The boat actually gave me something to like about summer in Houston. I’ve made I don’t know how many coast to coast drives in cars and trucks that a lot of people wouldn’t even drive around the block. So why am I feeling so much trepidation as I prepare to drive my good running low-mileage RV from San Marcos TX to Tucson AZ next month. Sure it’s 900 miles but it’s an easy drive, all freeways, the kind of drive that machinery loves. So why do I have this nagging worry in the back of my mind? I turned 66 in August, is this a symptom of old age or something? Please don’t tell me it’s gonna get worse.
Steve
I’ve never been much of a worrier about car and travel issues. I’ve done my own car repairs all my life and I’ve always been very self-reliant. When I was in college I didn’t think twice about taking a semester off, hoping in my ratty old TR3 and driving from Illinois to San Francisco via Los Angeles (it was winter). Almost ran out of money by Vegas but took the $20 I had left and turned it into $200 playing black jack. That was in the late 60’s. In the 80’s I rebuilt a 1956 21' aluminum cabin cruiser. I used to take it 30 miles offshore into the Gulf of Mexico sport fishing. Some of my friends thought I was crazy but for years I had a great time with it. The boat actually gave me something to like about summer in Houston. I’ve made I don’t know how many coast to coast drives in cars and trucks that a lot of people wouldn’t even drive around the block. So why am I feeling so much trepidation as I prepare to drive my good running low-mileage RV from San Marcos TX to Tucson AZ next month. Sure it’s 900 miles but it’s an easy drive, all freeways, the kind of drive that machinery loves. So why do I have this nagging worry in the back of my mind? I turned 66 in August, is this a symptom of old age or something? Please don’t tell me it’s gonna get worse.
Steve
