Almost forgot. If any of you guys ever get to Salina, you'll miss an opportunity to meet a really great guy if you don't drop by and shake Glen's hand. He really went out of his way to help us and stay in touch with us the whole trip back. He's definitely a credit to the hobby and it was a pleasure to spend time wrenching on an old truck with him.
The weather was great as we rattled down the highway with our sights set on Wichita first with OK City if we had enough daylight. We crossed the OK border about 45 minutes before dark and stayed the night at a nice hotel with a Mexican restaurant in the parking lot. It was Cinco De Mayo so we figured what the heck. It was pretty good. Disconnected the batteries, locked everything up we could and bedded down for the night. Slept like a baby! Next morning, set out about 0800. Topped off the fuel - again and hit the interstate. We made it about 10 miles and the softtop windshield seem bid me farewell. Brand new top, rear window never been unzipped but sitting in the sun all those years rotted the threads. Did a little electrical/duct tape surgery and we were off again. Lasted about a minute. Dealt with it until the next gas stop. Was beautiful in the morning and I mean BEAUTIFUL! Kansas and North Oklahoma have some really gorgeous scenery and whoever said it was right. Driving a Deuce at 50 mph lets you appreciate the scenery you'd otherwise never see. Fact. Well worth the time spent in the right lane.
By about mid day, I had a Tropical Storm force headwind (literally) as I came into OK City. It played heck with that big 109 box. I got worried as my temps started climbing from the 160-180 that it had been the whole trip to 190-200. It stuck at almost 200 and never got over but it kept me worried the whole way from OK City to Amarillo.
We stopped for lunch on the west side of OK City at a TA truckstop 'cause Zac just "Loves That Chicken From Popeyes" (we don't have one near us) and I needed to top off (again) and stretch my legs. Then it happened. One of the coolest things ever. As I went back out to move the Deuce after paying, the lady at the desk said "have a safe trip Driver". AWESOME! Hey, I don't spend much time around big trucks so for her to think I was driving a big rig was a big deal for me. Put a little pep in my step.
We ate our lunch, did more tape surgery on the top (didn't last) and headed out. Now I had a crazy crosswind from about my 10-11:00. Blew my sunglasses off and one of my favorite baseball caps off and out the passenger window. Hated to, but had to let her go. On a mission and no time to go back.
We pushed on across TX and finally hit Amarillo. The home stretch. Wasn't really concerned if something happened now since it's so close to home so I started to relax about the temps a bit. Missed out exit and had to double back, but now we were on 27 south heading to 60 and the last bit of highway.
We stopped for dinner (had to feed Zac AGAIN) in Hereford TX, the beef capital of the world but had Long John Silver's - go figure. A few minutes and we were off. We were pushing on still under 53 mph but the sun was setting fast and I had no dim lights and didn't want to drive on just high beams.
It finally got too dark so I had to use the lights. Apparently it wasn't too bad for oncoming traffic cause nobody flashed me. We rolled into Clovis and for giggles, I tried the dimmer and BAM, dim lights. Wierd. Made the last left turn for home and hit the dimmer for bright, worked fine, went back to dime and lost everything! Yikes, back to bright and haven't messed with it since. Don't have any front turn signals either so it's probably a connection or something.
Everybody came out to see her and really liked it. My 7 and 10 year old had a fit and couldn't wait to ride in it. Zac and I were beat so we took showers and turned in. I tossed and turned for about two hours still spun up a bit from the trip but she made it with the only casualties being the softtop, one tire, sunburned left arm and one baseball cap (RIP old friend).
Lesson's learned? Yep. Bring tools. The right ones. For sure a jack and a way to change a tire. And a spare tire or two. It's just comforting knowing you can have blowouts and not be stranded. Cash, credit cards and a list of Steel Soldiers along your route. Priceless. New batteries for sure and a gladhand airline. Spare belts too. And for goodness sakes, bring good duct tape, not Wally World brand "Duck" duct tape. It's worthless.