Part 7: Keep Pushing it’s Right There…

We rotated giving each a short rest as pusher and steerer alternated. I never looked at the speedometer but know we were travelling at 1 mph or lest because it took us two hours to get to the exit. Unfortunately, the exit ran steeply uphill, so we were forced to leave the car off the interstate for the remaining quarter mile so we could hike down to the gas station.

Both of us very rough for the ware get to the gas station and get a gas can and pay for a gallon of gas. We also both use the restroom and purchase and gulp down several Gatorades each. I think I was wearing some of what I drank and frankly I didn’t care. Then we sat for a few minutes on the sidewalk to catch our wind. I let out a yelp as I experience a double-Charlie-horse in my right and left calves and hamstrings.

The feeling of steel bale wire tightening continues as I do all I can to straighten the muscles and release their vice like group when they finally let go and I gently site back down rubbing my legs.

Tune in next time for the continuing saga of: Out of Gas, Again and Other Misadventures.

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