rollin' on...

So, wasn't kiddin' when I said that we took off for only 3 minutes.  See, we went back to the Terre Haute Mall to ask where the nearest place we could put some air in the tires.  Sweet Jenny (that's her w/ me below) said that we should just go up the street to her Grandpa's cow farm, and he will fix us up (still not joking).

So we drove off to Grandpa's house, which was a cow farm.  He about lost himself b/c he said there would be no way this bus would make it home in the condition it was in.  Whaaaat???  This vessel is ours... and we're...mmmm... 3 hours away from home.  What are we going to do?  Grandpa was calm, cool and collected... and so was his Grandson.  They got right to work and started changing out our tires (b/c yeah... all of them were dry rotted. Must be that whole being in a barn for 20 years that did it).  

So, after a little detour to the Terre Haute Cow Farm and little help from...

(I know that BFAM Construction specializes in roofing, pole barns & siding, but I KNOW that they can do it all!!)

we were off...for a 6 hour trek back to good ol' Indiana.  Yes... you got it right... it took us 6 hours to get back (when originally it only took us 3).  Let's just say that we hit the sweet spot of 35mph...and smiled & laughed all the way home (I mean... we were driving a 1978 Chevy bus thru the cornfields of the Midwest -- gotta love it!!)

... and the journey continues