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.
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