Fix a Flat!

Hey there!

The last two days have sure been interesting! Yesterday morning we left Joplin, MO and headed south. After a few hours of listening to the original "The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy" radio programs, we stopped in Amarillo, TX. It was here that we saw The Big Texas Steakhouse (which claims on one of its many highly tacky signs [with a bizarrely high level of accuracy] to have fed Joe's father.)

We didn't eat the 72 oz. steak, but we did spend awhile in their gift shop... which I'm pretty sure was just what they wanted us to do.

After some deliberation, we decided to push all the way through to Carlsbad, where we managed to finagle a reduced room rate from a motel-keeper that thought Joe was homeless. Joe felt guilty for the rest of the night.

We awoke this morning to find our left front tire totally flat. A quick jaunt into a wholesale meat shop, an emergency air fill, and a trip across town later, we were having our flat fixed at Forrest Tire.

Then it was off to Carlsbad Caverns (which should probably be renamed Carl's Pretty Sweet Caverns) for some spelunking and an incredibly late (and slightly disappointing for those who've seen it previously) bat flight.

While waiting for the bats, Joe and I ignored the supremely flatulent youth in front of us by deciding what Whistle Fart and Rubber the Duckie would be named if they had been German. We settled on Heinrich Von Whistle Fartke Schtinken and Doctor Rübber Von Quack. (Remember, these can only be properly pronounced with outrageous German accents.) Finally, we headed to Roswell, NM, while shouting pleasant things to each other in harsh German accents and discussing how likely it is that we'll be abducted tonight. Probes! Don't ask. Won't tell. If I notice any body parts missing tomorrow, I'll let you know. Anyway, gotta get some sleep now so we can check out the UFO museum in the morning!

Chuck

P.S. This was amazing.