A bout of bad Luck?

On Wednesday, we woke up in the Walmart, rode our bikes to McDonald's and had some breakfast before getting back on the road. Our destination was Buffalo--at least to try the wings from the anchor bar, the place that claims to have originated the Buffalo Wing.








First of all, the wings were awesome--best wings we ever had.





Second of all, the bar was cool. Lots of Buffalo stuff to look at and Bobby's two favorite things are wings and the Bills. He even bought a key chain that looks exactly like a chicken wing. It's pretty funny.





Here's where the bad luck comes in.... we get out to the Ol Seventy 6 and the old girl won't start. I mean--nothing! Not even small grumble from the engine or a tick from the starter. Both of us know a little bit about cars and we figured it wasn't the battery since all the lights were working perfectly, so it had to be the starter or some kind of a problem with the ignition. Good the we are Good Sam's Club members (it's like the AAA of RVs). But actually, we didn't end up needing them, because, we have Billy Martin.





Wild Bill to the rescue. We called him and he had few ideas that we tried and nothing worked. The GSC sent out a kid to jump start us, even though we knew it wasn't the battery. The next step was a tow, when Daddy-O called back with a few new ideas.





One of these crazy ideas included touching the end of one screw driver to a bolt in the selonoid (sp?) and touching another screw driver to another bolt and crossing the metal parts to make a spark that could link the battery to the engine. God help us, it worked. We basically hot-wired our car!





We drove it straight to a mechanic who said we were probably all set, and so, we were off again.


we crossed the border into Ontario made it to a campsite in Woodstock.





We truly thought all of our worries were behind us. Unfortunately, it's what was behind us that we should've been looking at. When we got to the campground, the lady asked us to 'back up'. BAD IDEA. Bobby backed that Pawnee straight into their "Slow, Children at Play" sign. Then, to make matters worse, he drove forward and wedged us in real good. I'll be honest, the two of us couldn't help but laugh. It really wasn't funny....but after all we'd been through that day, it kind of was.

Once the business with the sign was taken care of, we set up camp at a beautful spot and had a fire, a homemade meal and some PBRs. We also roasted the biggest marshmallow ever, thanks to Kellyfromwilmington, and it was a great night. Hopefully the rain cloud over our heads is clearing up!!!