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    • 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.

      BLOND HAIR POWER!

  1. 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.
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      • 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.
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    • 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.
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    • 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

  2. 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.
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    • It was great to meet you in person! I had a blast hanging with you all, and dinner was fabulous! Thanks so much! πŸ™‚