VE1BC Spud Roscoe


The 2011 Trip
Part 39 – New tires
Friday, January 7th, 2011 Another nice sunny morning with a crystal clear sky. In the afternoon the sky held a lot of puffy high cumulus and the sun set with those clouds still in place. Our nightly trip to the dumpster found about three tenths of the sky still covered in those clouds. It was shirt sleeve only all day while the sun was out. Bob and Karen have gone to Tucson to a wedding for a few days. They left Liam the pooch in a local dog kennel. We have often wondered why Nova Scotia motor vehicle license plates have different colours. One would think they would all be blue on white with the Bluenose, but trailer plates are black on yellow. Commercial truck and bus plates are black on yellow and the trailers pulled by 18-wheelers are red on yellow. We will not waste time wondering this anymore. Arizona must have a plate for every day of the week. You see a different one and it is Arizona, another strange one is still Arizona, so on and so forth. There is no way one could describe the colour of any of them. That brings up another item concerning them. So many have so much junk on them today it is hard to tell where they are from when standing next to them. Years ago one could tell where they were from simply from the colour and they all were plain as could be. This made them easy to read. No more. Some wear a front plate and some do not. Police cars can now be equipped to read them and one wonders why they are not on the front and back everywhere. Something to think about as one is driving around. I often read them in Morse code and look at what their number would look like when flown via signal flags. Crazy I know but it helps kill time. We sat around reading all morning waiting for the tire shop to phone. James Tire phoned at 11:15 AM just as we were getting a lunch and said they could handle the truck in 45 minutes. We were off and lucky for us Annabelle was there getting a couple of tires also. She is from Whitehorse, Yukon and we had a great visit. Annabelle had a camper identical to the one Ken now has and she traded it for the same thing but with a wider body. She is travelling alone with it. This one has dual wheels and she caught a rock between the duals on one side and wrecked both tires. Her service engine light was on. Dodge could do nothing and James could do nothing so she has to take it to Mercedes Benz. Either that or put some black tape over the light. What a pain it is when one has trouble like that but it certainly killed the time visiting with her. After the tires and oil change Joan and I went to Wal-Mart and created more inflation. We did not get back home until 3 PM. The truck sure rolls better with the Michelin’s. In other words we are as happy as can be and every bit as happy as we were this time yesterday. We picked up an old John Wayne, Katherine Hepburn movie “Rooster Cogburn” in the $5.00 bin at Wal-Mart I watched that while Joan made a lobster chowder for supper. That movie has to be thirty years old but I had not seen it. One cannot beat those old dusters if one likes them. The lobster chowder was certainly good and there is lots left for another meal or two. That was our day and we enjoyed it.

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Friday, January 7th, 2011

Another nice sunny morning with a crystal clear sky. In the afternoon the sky held a lot of puffy high cumulus and the sun set with those clouds still in place. Our nightly trip to the dumpster found about three tenths of the sky still covered in those clouds. It was shirt sleeve only all day while the sun was out.

Bob and Karen have gone to Tucson to a wedding for a few days. They left Liam the pooch in a local dog kennel.

We have often wondered why Nova Scotia motor vehicle license plates have different colours. One would think they would all be blue on white with the Bluenose, but trailer plates are black on yellow. Commercial truck and bus plates are black on yellow and the trailers pulled by 18-wheelers are red on yellow. We will not waste time wondering this anymore. Arizona must have a plate for every day of the week. You see a different one and it is Arizona, another strange one is still Arizona, so on and so forth. There is no way one could describe the colour of any of them. That brings up another item concerning them. So many have so much junk on them today it is hard to tell where they are from when standing next to them. Years ago one could tell where they were from simply from the colour and they all were plain as could be. This made them easy to read. No more. Some wear a front plate and some do not. Police cars can now be equipped to read them and one wonders why they are not on the front and back everywhere. Something to think about as one is driving around. I often read them in Morse code and look at what their number would look like when flown via signal flags. Crazy I know but it helps kill time.

We sat around reading all morning waiting for the tire shop to phone. James Tire phoned at 11:15 AM just as we were getting a lunch and said they could handle the truck in 45 minutes. We were off and lucky for us Annabelle was there getting a couple of tires also. She is from Whitehorse, Yukon and we had a great visit. Annabelle had a camper identical to the one Ken now has and she traded it for the same thing but with a wider body. She is travelling alone with it. This one has dual wheels and she caught a rock between the duals on one side and wrecked both tires. Her service engine light was on. Dodge could do nothing and James could do nothing so she has to take it to Mercedes Benz. Either that or put some black tape over the light. What a pain it is when one has trouble like that but it certainly killed the time visiting with her.

After the tires and oil change Joan and I went to Wal-Mart and created more inflation. We did not get back home until 3 PM. The truck sure rolls better with the Michelin’s. In other words we are as happy as can be and every bit as happy as we were this time yesterday.

We picked up an old John Wayne, Katherine Hepburn movie “Rooster Cogburn” in the $5.00 bin at Wal-Mart I watched that while Joan made a lobster chowder for supper. That movie has to be thirty years old but I had not seen it. One cannot beat those old dusters if one likes them. The lobster chowder was certainly good and there is lots left for another meal or two.

That was our day and we enjoyed it.