Persephone
01-01-2012, 12:23 AM
We (my spouse and I) have been on the road for the past three weeks, traveling over 5,000 miles in an RV. There have been a lot of fun adventures, but I thought you might enjoy this one.
We’d spent the night camped in a town in Texas. In the morning when I (en femme) was remotely checking the tires (using the TireMinder) the right front read quite low, around 66 pounds instead of 85.
Oddly enough, when I checked it manually it showed about the same.
I found a listing for a tire place that I thought was a branch of the company we usually deal with at home. But when we drove over, it turned out to be a depressing and dirty little tire and repair shop run by a couple of bikers. And not middle-aged upscale high-end Harley bikers, but a pair of green and missing tooth types.
And no, I’m not making that up nor am I being stereotypic. These guys had their bikes parked out front, one was wearing a well-used biker leather jacket, and they really did have green and missing teeth.
Anyway, despite the outward appearances, they were helpful rather than the possibility that they could have tried to take advantage of a woman’s gullibility by trying to convince me that I needed new tires.
While the one in coveralls checked and filled my tire, the other one, the one in the biker jacket, wanted to talk all about my RV. Seems he has one himself, a 1985 Winnebago.
Aware that he could be attempting to keep me busy while the other one messed with my tires, I managed to keep an obvious eye on the work.
In truth, they were friendly and helpful, and there were no signs nor signals that they thought we were other than two ladies in distress. Still, you can imagine all the fearful thoughts that were going through my head!
Once they were finished and could not find a problem with the tire we were on our way with their good wishes and I breathed a huge sigh of relief!
Now to the doublecrosser part. As we drove into the afternoon it actually became downright warm. So much so that I really wanted to change into a short-sleeved top. Only since I was expecting cooler/colder weather I hadn’t brought enough femme short-sleeved tops.
I had two choices -- stay in long sleeves or “borrow” a top from my guy self. My spouse said “Go for it. I would wear the guy top.”
So I did. Which begs the question -- does that make me a doublecrosser?
Later in the day we were still worried about the tire. The TireMinder was reporting that it was a few pounds low and that caused concern. So we looked up a mobile tire repair man and he agreed to come over to the parking lot we’d stopped in.
Here was the test of my doublecross. He spent about half an hour with us, removing the tire and thoroughly checking it for damage and leaks, finding none, and putting it back on. He never once appeared to think that I was anything other than a woman and there was no smirk nor hesitation in his frequent use of that wonderful word “Ma’m.”
So I guess I can make it as a doublecrosser! I've attached a picture (below).
Hugs,
Persephone.
The Doublecross
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/Doublecross.jpg
We’d spent the night camped in a town in Texas. In the morning when I (en femme) was remotely checking the tires (using the TireMinder) the right front read quite low, around 66 pounds instead of 85.
Oddly enough, when I checked it manually it showed about the same.
I found a listing for a tire place that I thought was a branch of the company we usually deal with at home. But when we drove over, it turned out to be a depressing and dirty little tire and repair shop run by a couple of bikers. And not middle-aged upscale high-end Harley bikers, but a pair of green and missing tooth types.
And no, I’m not making that up nor am I being stereotypic. These guys had their bikes parked out front, one was wearing a well-used biker leather jacket, and they really did have green and missing teeth.
Anyway, despite the outward appearances, they were helpful rather than the possibility that they could have tried to take advantage of a woman’s gullibility by trying to convince me that I needed new tires.
While the one in coveralls checked and filled my tire, the other one, the one in the biker jacket, wanted to talk all about my RV. Seems he has one himself, a 1985 Winnebago.
Aware that he could be attempting to keep me busy while the other one messed with my tires, I managed to keep an obvious eye on the work.
In truth, they were friendly and helpful, and there were no signs nor signals that they thought we were other than two ladies in distress. Still, you can imagine all the fearful thoughts that were going through my head!
Once they were finished and could not find a problem with the tire we were on our way with their good wishes and I breathed a huge sigh of relief!
Now to the doublecrosser part. As we drove into the afternoon it actually became downright warm. So much so that I really wanted to change into a short-sleeved top. Only since I was expecting cooler/colder weather I hadn’t brought enough femme short-sleeved tops.
I had two choices -- stay in long sleeves or “borrow” a top from my guy self. My spouse said “Go for it. I would wear the guy top.”
So I did. Which begs the question -- does that make me a doublecrosser?
Later in the day we were still worried about the tire. The TireMinder was reporting that it was a few pounds low and that caused concern. So we looked up a mobile tire repair man and he agreed to come over to the parking lot we’d stopped in.
Here was the test of my doublecross. He spent about half an hour with us, removing the tire and thoroughly checking it for damage and leaks, finding none, and putting it back on. He never once appeared to think that I was anything other than a woman and there was no smirk nor hesitation in his frequent use of that wonderful word “Ma’m.”
So I guess I can make it as a doublecrosser! I've attached a picture (below).
Hugs,
Persephone.
The Doublecross
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y53/sandylewiscares/Doublecross.jpg