Yesterday we pulled out of Sikeston after a glorious two week stay. We originally planned to stay just a few days, but southern hospitality (thanks Becky, Don and brother-in-law Johnny) and truck work kept us longer than expected.
Since this is a blog about RVing, I must talk a little about the mechanics of traveling with a 14,000 pound house on wheels. Our Ford F-250 truck, named Sheldon, was up for the task, but we noticed the suspension system was sagging a bit too much (as seen in the photo). Like a braw without underwire, Sheldon needed more support. So Larry investigated air bag suspension systems and found a dandy one made by Airlift. We ordered the part, then waited for it to be delivered and installed.
I secretly think Larry was slipping the mechanics a little something to prolong the job...all I know is on day 13 when I announced that since the truck wasn’t ready I was going to Cape (what us locals call Cape Girardeau) to shop at the quilt store. BAZINGA!! The truck was finished by noon.
The suspension system works well and even an untrained eye like mine can see that the 5th wheel is riding better. Larry said it handled much better as we traveled across Illinois, into Indiana, Kentucky, and finally into Ohio.
Speaking of Indiana, there’s a little town we passed on the way called Poseyville that holds a special place in my heart. Back in the summer of 1982 my mom and I were traveling cross country in our little Subaru on the way to Colorado State University for my senior year. On the interstate just outside of Poseyville our car broke down.
We got out, lifted the hod and took a look: broken fan belt. My clairvoyant father happened to stash an extra in my things but Mom and I had no idea how to change it. Within five minutes three cars and a highway patrolman pulled over to offer assistance. In less than 10 minutes, our belt was firmly attached and we were back on the road, forever grateful to the nice folks in Poseyville.
My mom said she still looks out for Poseyville when she watches the Weather Channel. She wishes them just enough rain for healthy crops but no damaging winds. One good turn deserves another. Isn’t it amazing that the kind acts of others can stay with us for a lifetime?
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