Vintage Caravan Magazine Issue 37 | Page 21

I was about thirty miles from Winslow when I heard an almighty banging sound from the front of the car and the car started swerving all over the road. Fortunately there were no other cars or trucks around me at the time as I had lost all steering control but was able to slow the car down and roll it into the shoulder of the road, not knowing what had happened, I lifted the hood and rang AAA. Who should happen to pass by and stop to offer assistance but my Aussie friends! After removing the offending wheel, we determined that my bearings had gone. They sent a tow truck from Flagstaff that could also tow the trailer (having AAA Premier RV Cover is a Godsend!) and despite being told that I would have to be towed back to a repairer at Flagstaff, my tow truck driver was kind enough to take me all the way across the border to Gallup, New Mexico. What a legend! By that stage it was well after five, so we dropped the trailer off at the USA RV Park right on Route 66 in Gallup and then dropped the Hudson off at the repair shop and I went back to camp thankful for my cozy rolling abode and soft bed. The next morning I waved goodbye to my Sisters as they rolled on to Albuquerque whilst I waited for my new bearings to be packed on the Hudson. I decided it was time to do some serious “walk praying” so I walked around the perimeter of the RV park, saying: “Please God let it be an easy fix so I can get back on the road in time for the welcome dinner with the rest of my sisters” when above me from right out of the sky I heard a man’s voice say: “Hello!” Well I nearly jumped out of my skin! I looked up and saw that the voice was not, in fact God, but one of my RV Park neighbors up on top of his roof cleaning it! We both laughed when I told him I had thought God was talking to me for a minute there. He introduced me to his wife and next thing you knew they were taking me to lunch at the Route 66 Diner down the road. We stopped in to check on the progress of the car and I was assured it would be ready that afternoon. True to their word, at around 2pm they drove Doc back to me and I hooked Rosie back up and excitedly headed off on the final 140 miles to Albuquerque, arriving at Enchanted Trails just in time for dinner. vintagetrailermagazine | 19