My Knuckles Are Still White — 25 Comments

  1. so bummed i missed blogher this year and seeing you and your RV. but i know you’ll be back on the road soon and it’s only a matter of time until you’re on the east coast. you go girlilocks!

    • I’m bummed I didn’t get to meet you! I can’t wait to get back on the road, and see some new stuff. I love this area, but I want to see new places and things. It should get interesting soon – I just joined a single RVers group! *wicked grin*

    • The low pressure problem was related to the BLOND HAIR issue. Ahem.

      HOWEVER, with my usual blond-haired and fuzzy logic, I decided perhaps filling the fresh water tank to the top would fix the low pressure issue. That’s when I found there was a hole near the top of the tank.

      If it wasn’t for the blond-haired thought process, I wouldn’t have known about the hole for a very long time.


  2. still so proud of your adventures… but I got your bollard right here. I once hit a CHURCH. With a 1988 Chevy Cavalier. And broke the church worse than the car.

    • DOH! Not so good. Do I smell a post?

      Thanks for the kudos 🙂 I’m slowing starting to regain my courage. Tank passed water test with flying colors, and now I’m just looking for my next place to land. Hard to find a good spot at the beach…

  3. I know what you mean about the knuckle thing. I remember long ago creeping home from a girlfriend’s house late at night after a long period of freezing rain that turned my twisty-turny road home into an ice rink.

    I almost couldn’t get my hands off the wheel when I got home. And I think I put dents in the steering wheel.

      • Oh, it was no rig… just a little Honda Civic. Thank God it was 2 AM and there was almost no other traffic out. And I wasn’t drunk. Because every time another car would appear, I’d have to take it from 15 mph down to 5 mph and pray we didn’t slide into each other. Cuz, seriously, I was driving on a sheet of glassy-surfaced ice.

  4. I heard someone from California say “the” before a highway number. The only time I’d heard that before was from someone from NY. People in the south don’t use “the” with highway numbers.

    • That’s totally a West Coast thing. It was funny… during the last Die Hard movie, which was set in Baltimore and DC, Bruce Willis refers to the Beltway as “the six ninety-five.”

      No one here EVER refers to I-695 that way.

      • That’s so weird, I didn’t even notice that. I would have thought that would jump out at me b/c I don’t think I have ever heard anyone refer to 695 as THE 695. Maybe “the fucking 695 traffic morass” but that’s different. 🙂

    • It’s funny but they only say “the” before the highway number in So Cal, not here in Nor Cal.

      For some reason, I slip into the lingo when I’m down that way. It’s like there’s some invisible border that divides state between the “the” sayers and the rest of the US. And like a homing pigeon with a magnetic bead in it’s head, I slip in and out of the lingo when I cross that invisible border.

      No, I’m not well.

        • My parents are from the east coast. I was born in NJ but moved to CA when I was about two. Growing up in CA with NY parents was a linguistic adventure… soda/pop, flea market/swap meet, dog/dawg, California/Californiar… LOL

  5. Arghhh!!!! you wrote on my blog you’re in northern california right now. I’m in San Luis Obispo for a few days of vacation. Anywhere nearby for a wine meetup? I’d email my cell number if I could locate an email address. If I put it here all the weirdo’s would be stalking Mrs. Tuna. Email me, I leave at o’clock early on Tuesday back to Phoenix.