It ends up this hiccup in the car's ability to turn is not my fault. Really. My power steering ends up being electric which, according to my mechanical understanding, means that instead of hardworking gears and pumps and tubes doing the communicating between my steering wheel and my tires, a lazy computer is telling a lazy computer who is telling a lazy computer how to turn my wheels. One of these lazy computers stopped doing its job, hence the whole system shutting down. This can be blamed on Chevrolet's manufacturing, I swear. Its not my fault. My baby is at the GM dealer right now in Kerrville, Texas having a new steering column installed, courtesy of Chevy. (Major props to Tim C. for realizing that there was a warranty from Chevy for this and saving me $600 on repairs. I owe you big time, T.C., although not $600-big-time, just a hug-and-a-thank-you-big-time. I'm on a budget.)
Aaaaah, Kerrville, Texas. I walked three miles to get into town yesterday and passed two McDonalds, two Dairy Queens, a Taco Bell, Pizza Hut and KFC. Its that kind of town. I haven't had a serving of vegetables in three days. I'm sure I could dig some up if I put some effort into it but I've decided I'd indulge in a Texas diet and gain a few pounds and then adopt a Portland diet of organic foods and outdoor exercise to lose those pounds. I'll let you know how it goes.
Another downfall of being stranded without my car: I've run out of clean clothes. Yesterday I visited the gas station next door and bought a t-shirt for today:
Its a kid's size medium. I had a choice between that and an adult XL. In case you can't read mirror-image scroll font, it says "I'm big in Texas." Which for a kid I understand this to be a good thing. Unfortunately for me, this statement has some truth because of the 5 pounds I've added from a diet of barbeque sauce and Tex-mex food.
Quick word about Austin: it rocks. The food is amazing, everyone is hip, and there is live music everywhere. Luke and I stayed on South Congress street to be in the middle of everything. We didn't get to document too much with pictures but we did need to get pictures of ourselves with the Austin Motel sign:
Notice we got pictures of ourselves separately being that we were both concerned about looking like tourists. Just imagine us in the shot together.
That is so funny! You look great and I am still in awe of your trip. When will you land in Portland for good?
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