Monday morning we left Texas for New Mexico. Bev almost didn’t make the trip as quickly as Jim.
We were about 75 miles south east of El Paso -- the middle of nowhere -- when Jim thought he got an error message on our brake system and pulled off onto the shoulder of Interstate 10. I went to the back of the rig to get the owner’s manual while Jim went out to the tow car. Then I grabbed my set of rig keys and went outside to help Jim. When I got to the tow car, I didn’t see Jim ... but I did see the rig starting to pull back on I-10. I ran to the rig’s passenger window, pounded on the window, and Jim looked a me like he was seeing a ghost. But he did stop the rig.
Luckily for us, once we got back on I-10 we both started to laugh ... especially when we saw the next road sign, which read “Prison area. Do not pick up hitch hikers.” It would have been a long 250-mile walk.
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