It was a good day in the motorhome. Natasha and I had our first experience "poo dumping" and let me tell you it's something every girl should know how to do. That and drive a stick shift, but I digress. We had been warned about "big hills" on the way to Rolla, but the guys voted to push through the 118 miles and get into Rolla so they could have an extra rest day in St. Louis.
"Kinda" Map My Ride failed us again, when Co Road 3378 turned to be more like a dirt driveway - not so much. Now, these roads we're driving on aren't like California roads (which present their own challenges); these are narrow 2 lane roads with drainage ditches on either side instead of a shoulder. Not great for turning around a 50 ish foot long motorhome/trailer combo. Why am I telling you this? Because I have to update Mike's status from amateur to BAMF. He executed a 3 point turn in someone's driveway that I didn't think was possible. Ron, you may have just met your motorhome match.
As is the theme these days, it was hot and muggy the second half of the day. Randy was riding like an animal with Scottx2, and then promptly blew up 5 miles out of Rolla. To his credit, I thought he looked like sh*t. But, not to worry, nothing a Coke and a Rice Krispy won't fix. To his credit he rode in the last mile, and we were guided in by Rolla FD. They even had a huge (and amazing) fried chicken dinner delivered to the station. Oh man, was that good! There was fried chicken, roast chicken, chicken fingers... And sweet tea. I think we polished off three gallons.
And then the thunder. And lightning. And train that sounded like it was rolling through the station. I thought that the finger of God came down and blasted the motorhome. The lightning lit up the room Nd then thunder was practically instantaneous. This happened pretty much all night. I was literally waiting for the tornado sirens to go off. I don't even know if they have tornadoes in Missouri. But if they do, I would imagine they are preceeded by storms like that one.
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