BCO: Boxed in and lost North of Gotebo

[boxcarOkie]

I am sitting at the crossroads, staring at the signs, more or less wondering how it was that I got to be where I think I am, but not all that sure where it is, that I are, 'cause it isn't where I wanted to be?  

Reach behind my seat and fish out a very old wrinkled map of Oklahoma, haven't used this in awhile, I think to myself.  Might be time to get one of them GPA things everyone is talking about.

The bus is smoking.

It has been smoking for quite some time, and frankly, I do not care for that too much.  Then there is this groaning thing that I hear when I am rolling up to a stop sign.  

A weird un-human sound like Arrrrrrrrrrrgahroannnnnnnnnnnnnnn or something like that, as if some prehistoric beast has come to the neighborhood (I hope it is a BIG ONE like the dude that ate the Lawyer in the poop-shooter in Steven Spielburgs' Jurassic Park).  Men and women, grab your children and hide.

Arrrrrrrrrrrgahroannnnnnnnnnnnnnn Pshew-Pschew.

That one pesky gauge over there to the right, it is flickering again.  Almost similar to what your eyes do while engrossed in reading a torn and tattered, well used copy of Penthouse or a reference guide on Allison Transmissions and you are getting tired.

So I take a deep breath, I suck it in through my nose and let it exhale thru my throat, very slowly.  I close my eyes and do my best to find my happy place in life.  

As I am a pretty fair mechanic I can and will solve these problems.

The smoke is no big deal, it will go away after a hundred miles or so, it has been sitting for awhile, it will clear up.  The groaning will disappear, it always does.  Might be some fluid buildup on the shoes and/or drums, but it surely isn't getting fixed here, not today it isn't.

Gauge flickering, what can I say?  Thirty-six year old bus, has to be a bad ground.  Locate the small flashlight, and head out, NBD, no big deal (Okie Technical Term).

Looking down at the map and my heart kind of sinks.

Despite what Dr. Phil sez ... I now know my geographical location in life, I am aware of where it is, that I want to be, I 
AM in touch with the center of my being.  I am not lost, was powerfully confused for a little bit, but things are almost right.  But there is the matter of .... THE STINKIN MAP.  

If I could just figure out a way to re-fold this stinking map back into its original shape, I would be ready to go.

Watch those right-handers,

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[dtcerrato]

Good morning BCO.