Ok, so now we need the dumbass's perspective. LOL
I did a long tour last week. It was just insane, but one leg had me going from Oklahoma City to St Louis and all I had was 6 hours. Doable, but you can't jack around.
Started to get some diesel in the city and there was a line, so I decided to get it along the highway just outside the crowded city. It was early and the fog was so thick that ya couldn't drive more than about 40mph without feeling you were jumping into a white hole.
I've been that highway several times before, but never noticed that there ain't a dang gas station on that tollroad for at least 45 miles. But I had to go 50 miles to reach the outskirts of Tulsa. Saw a sign along the way indicating gas at an exit, but I'm screwed if they don't have diesel. Took the exit and there were SIX different roads to choose from at the intersection in the middle of foggy nowhere, but no signs for which one leads to "gas"!?!
Since I couldn't see any lights through the wall of fog on my side of the highway, I turned left to go under the highway and drove for miles before giving up, turning around, and going back to try the highway again.
Yep, I was that idiot out of fuel on the side of the highway...except in my case, I called roadside assistance and got 3 hours of practise in my van while waiting on them.
Showed up very late for the gig but very prepared for those who waited around.
One week later, (last Sunday) about 4 AM on the way back from Knoxville, I hit black ice on I40 east of Little Rock, and my bus did two complete 360s at about 60 mph down the highway. That's a sick feeling.
I'm able to type this only because God set me gently into a soft bed of ice beside the highway where I slept comfortably in 7 degrees until a nice State Trooper woke me at 10AM the next day and asked if I could drive out. I did.
It's nice to be home.
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I did a long tour last week. It was just insane, but one leg had me going from Oklahoma City to St Louis and all I had was 6 hours. Doable, but you can't jack around.
Started to get some diesel in the city and there was a line, so I decided to get it along the highway just outside the crowded city. It was early and the fog was so thick that ya couldn't drive more than about 40mph without feeling you were jumping into a white hole.
I've been that highway several times before, but never noticed that there ain't a dang gas station on that tollroad for at least 45 miles. But I had to go 50 miles to reach the outskirts of Tulsa. Saw a sign along the way indicating gas at an exit, but I'm screwed if they don't have diesel. Took the exit and there were SIX different roads to choose from at the intersection in the middle of foggy nowhere, but no signs for which one leads to "gas"!?!
Since I couldn't see any lights through the wall of fog on my side of the highway, I turned left to go under the highway and drove for miles before giving up, turning around, and going back to try the highway again.
Yep, I was that idiot out of fuel on the side of the highway...except in my case, I called roadside assistance and got 3 hours of practise in my van while waiting on them.
Showed up very late for the gig but very prepared for those who waited around.

One week later, (last Sunday) about 4 AM on the way back from Knoxville, I hit black ice on I40 east of Little Rock, and my bus did two complete 360s at about 60 mph down the highway. That's a sick feeling.
I'm able to type this only because God set me gently into a soft bed of ice beside the highway where I slept comfortably in 7 degrees until a nice State Trooper woke me at 10AM the next day and asked if I could drive out. I did.
It's nice to be home.
.
It is what it is until it isn't