It’s Working But The Truck Ain’t

My current trip (which isn’t over yet) has been a mixed success. I went to where I had to go. I did what I had to do. I’m en route back home. Can’t bitch about that.

Also, the “Linuxed” Mac is working well. If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have typed this and you wouldn’t be reading it (though the text won’t go live in real time).

Less positive is that I’m exhausted (trips sometimes do that). My exhaustion activated my truck’s “Chrysler Circuit”. My theory is that I own an absolutely excellent Cummings diesel engine, but through some tragic madness of our strange universe it was mandatory that it be crammed into a Dodge. Further, somewhere in the rat’s nest of electronic cruft surrounding the good engine in a fair body is a circuit that sounds an alarm whenever douchebags in Detroit feel I’ve gone too long without a tithe at their altar. I call this the “Chrysler Circuit” but who knows who really benefits? (I gave up trying to figure out who owns who in the Stellantis ecosystem of inbred auto making.) Anyway, the “Chrysler Circuit” seems to know when I’m most vulnerable to mechanical bullshit. I swear it reads my mind.

Shit went down of a non dangerous manner but I chose to pull over. (Which was wise.) The good news is it’s nothing big or complicated or hard to diagnose. Presumably (?) I’ll get it fixed tomorrow. Despite my Chrysler Circuit ramblings it’s something that would happen to any truck and I can’t really claim any particular vexing issue… this time.

Regardless, my wings were clipped. I landed where I didn’t want or plan to be; a few hours after everything was closed. Isn’t travel fun?

I found a good hotel and ate an OK meal (which is a big deal when traveling). I kicked back and started to snooze but then a handful of elephants moved into the room above me. OK so it’s a semi-good hotel. They only pause their stomping long enough to do what sounds like working up to a bar-room brawl. OK so it’s a tolerable hotel.

I’ve been listening to the commotion from the room above me. I give it an hour. There’s either going to be fucking or fighting… maybe both. It’s an annoying hotel.

Oh well, it’s not like I live here. I’m reasonably optimistic I’ll be back in motion tomorrow. By sunset I’ll be in a different State. Today was just a minor hiccup; all trips have them.