We buy two dozen fuses. 20 amps. Ain’t no short circuit gonna fuck with us again.
Big Papa Ray and Tammy don’t believe we drove a golf kart from San Bernardino last night. We show them the kart. They believe us.
Much of the drive to Phoenix is caught on video and still camera by Brian. As is our second traffic stop almost immediately after entering Phoenix. 3 police cars, 5 officers. They radio in the license plate to dispatch. Dispatches response: “Yeah, it checks out. 1985 ... um ... Club Car?”
Jacque Johnston is waiting with hugs, clean towels, and turkey sandwiches. Rock Band will have to wait until tomorrow.
Miles traveled today: 163
Total miles traveled: 402
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