Pavement on the Road to Hell

So.  The  guy who drove this for the summer camp for kids provided more info.

1]  That FalVay living under there is dead.  Probably the big AC inside was Freon 12, which caused it to be useless maybe a decade ago.

2]  They traded up to a bigger bus.

3]  On ‘short’ trips it gets 4-5 miles to a gallon.

4]  It’s got a 2-speed rear-end.  ‘Overdrive’ of the old style.

5]  Engine’s good, sound, ran better on leaded gasoline, but it’s okay.

I concludes:

The car-dealer got this thing free and called it a trade-in.  He’s got nothing in it except an inspection sticker and some touch-up paint.  It’s been sitting on that lot most of a month with a price-tag of $1998,

But I’m guessing after it sits there a while longer a person would want to be careful not to offer him $500 unless he wanted to find himself living in it.

But with gas prices being what they are a few hundred miles to New Mexico could pass itself off as a black hole for money.

Gonna just have to watch and listen on this one.

Meanwhile, couscous turns out to be high priced enough to fight its way out of my diet.

There are some llama-critters down where I turn off the highway I stop and talk to when they’re close to the fence.  Those animals have the prettiest faces, particularly eyes, of any creature on the planet.  If I could afford to get married again, there’s one of them congenial enough I think I might ask.  Never talks back, always just walks over and stares lovingly, admiringly at me while I talk to her. 

It’s been a good many years since I’ve run across a woman did that.  Longer still since one managed to keep it up over the long haul.  Turns out I sort of miss it.

Got a feeling, though, this llama has staying power.

Old Jules

12 responses to “Pavement on the Road to Hell

  1. So much for the bus. Llamas are very pretty. There were some hippy/granola/trust-fund recipients who had a llama farm in the town I grew up in, it was fun to go see them. There are some not far from where I live now and I see them once or twice in the summer. Admiration and love are more visible at some times than others. It’s a sweet feeling whenever it comes around.

    • Elroyjones: I ain’t giving up on the bus, just letting it simmer so’s to see what the Coincidence Coordinators have in mind on it. Gracias, J

  2. Hi Cowboy! I realize that a man’s heart will try to take him places, but I can’t in all honesty wish you and the cats a hearty “good luck” with your westward adventures, when I wish that somehow you would all just stay! Even if you get this bus, I imagine there could be a little down time… as you make some changes… it’s a nice idea, but maybe a couple of horses might do you just as well… 🙂 but then, the cats…

  3. Jules, you should be checking out those BIG Us Army tents they often use to help out after earthquakes and the like. Think you might do well with about three of them. Easy to handle but not mobile, maybe that is the real drawback.

    • Hi Kristin: The cats and I are hoping to avoid the various tent and soft-shelter options if possible. Assuming I manage to get out of here hauling various possessions we’re attached to. The destination country has a lot of wildlife fond of eating or tearing holes through walls lacking substance. Might be a good fallback position, though. Gracias, J

  4. Llama’s are starting to look real attractive?
    I reckon it is time to go to town. 🙂

  5. Does the HEB in Kerrville have couscous in bulk? If so, it tends to be much, much cheaper than the boxes. ‘Course you have to provide your own seasonings then…

    • Hi Michael: I found it in jars and boxes. I’m thinking HEB doesn’t have obscure grains in bulk. Maybe some other store there does. Thanks for the suggestion. J

  6. Just fyi, I think couscous is just little bits of gummy rice… 😮

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