Texas, Odysseus. We're in Texas.
The rain turned to sleet and we decided to lash Roadbear to the mast. No, really, but one of Bob's tires had spent the better part of the entire trip being re-inflated every other day. Getting paranoid at one gas and piss stop, for this was all we were stopping for at the time, I checked all the tires and filled them until they all read 32 psi. Later, after changing this one, found the other three tires were all filled into the 60s. Don't trust the gauge at the gas station. Luckily, Bob decided to heed the siren's call right after the sleet stopped streaming down.
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