You know that superstition about things happen in three’s? Ya, and it always seems like its bad things? Oh and they need to be in a similar theme? Well? I can say without a doubt now, THEY DO! And the critical aspect of it all is the theme.
So…. #2 – So we are cruising along at 70 ish entering into Ohio on our way home and we start hearing a horn and a guy is flagging us down. And oh boy, the trailer tire is a smok’n! CRAP. BTW, this is a kinda new trailer and YES, we went through it all, and yes it was perfect. So. And yes, I failed to grab an image of all that. I was in the throws of dealing with it. Including a dead Opossum next to the trailer on the road. NOT MY FAULT BTW
OKAY, this is where the debate is. I mentioned as we got back into the car. OKAY, we are done, thats was three. Three breakdowns. 1- the trailer ball inci-dent, 2. ART’s Reed exit, and now 3 -the trailer bearing. Right, we are good to go. RIGHT! And then, while still in the Auto zone parking lot WAYNE says. Oh no.. Arts deal was different. And this is just all a superstition. Wayne challenged the gods! SHIP! No, yes, no yes. So we set out, me thinking we are done, and Wayne not thinking its anything, and George is just thinking. Dear Lord, get me home, this guy is nuts.
AAAAAAAAAND! BAM! THUD, WOMP. we had gotten on the road in town, and must have driven over some sort of piece of metal. And BLINK, the flat tire light comes on. REALLY? I Mean come on. REALLY? Like some sort of 1,2 punch. This is comedy gold.