4|14|2016

i knew i shouldn't wear my darling dark wash skinny jeans & nude tory burch ballet flats this morning while i was hooking bambi to grand. in napa, california. i was sure i deserved professional trailer queen status & a professional could hook up a trailer without letting a glob of grease get on her.

i lost.

three days prior, i rose with the sunrise to hook her up and take her on our first towing adventure in 35 days. i pulled the red stoppy things from under the tires, then... looked in grand's backup camera & slowly steered the ball to the hitch. my foot tapped that peddle & i did it like i always do.

kaaaa-thunk. oh no. bambi, stoppp!

the ball hit the side of the hitch. it knocked bambi off the block and backwards. she started rolling. there were no red things to stop her & i peed my pants.

we survived that.

30 miles down the road at 55mph, the driver side extension mirror that i had secured...started to shake. the shake turned into a droop and the droop was gonna make that baby drop. i did what any superwoman would do. i watched it droop...for 8 miles.

okay. i unbuckled my seat belt, at a high speed, rolled down the window & reached out for the extension mirror. i unfastened its brackets from top & bottom. i pulled the mirror to safety & it sat on my passenger side seat en route to wine country.

the trucker next to me gave me a toot toot.

i think i won.

wild heart • gypsy soul

xoxo, miss airstream