Well, we got about 1/2 a mile before the traffic brought
things to a stand still. I threw the Disco in park in the middle of the exit ramp from 55 South
to 40 west. When things cleared up, the disco wouldn't move. Seems it was stuck in park and it
wasn't budging. Hmm. Stuck in the middle of the interstate with semis flying by at 70MPH. Uh-oh.
Not good. After an hour waiting on AAA, we took Bumba off the trailer and decided to have the
disco towed back to the dealership. In a bit of a hurried decision, we decided to take Bumba on
a cross country trek. Would we make it? Didn't think so. Actually, we were both petrified. Anyway,
it was so hot we weren't thinking straight. Which is one of the reasons why we took the doors off
in West Memphis (1st really stupid decision of the trip that would haunt us the rest of the
journey). We immediately proceeded to buy a case of beer for the first leg of the journey.
This got us to our first stop of the night. Somewheresville, AR, about 2-1/2 hours east of OKC.
We made it to the Love's truck stop and crashed out. Jason laying in the back of Bumba, on top of
sleeping bags, suitcases and 300 pounds of crap. Me on the sidewalk of the back parking lot.
You'd be amazed at how comfortable cement can be after driving Bumba for 7 hours. Good thing too
as tornadoes hit OKC about the same time we would have. This wouldn't be the first
time God would watch out for the "Twins" (as we would later become known as).