Seattle: After painfully collecting the abandoned RV we collected our bikes at my nephew Justin townhouse in Seattle.  I didn't think twice about reneging on a deal a year ago, offering them to my sister for her use when she visted her boy.  Sorry, LJo, when you gotta roll, you gotta roll.  Brother needs his wheels.  I owe you.

Shucks, there was no time for off road riding with Justin, bummers.  The Lil Coconut needs work.  Mascerater pump that took care of sewage removeal was broken.  We needed a new front bumper, new wheel cover, new door to the freezer in the refer.   The list added up.  We made an appointment to see a new dealer in Spokane who was ordering parts for us like it was Christmas.  We needed to get our house on wheels in condition for selling, and also for our use as we rolled acrdoss the northern route of western America. Within two days we were headed to Spokane.  Seattle was in our rear view windows, way to crowded for us, unbelieveable traffic, to much rushing here and there, uppity uptight yuppies.  Aloha Seattle dudes.

Last Hurrah Tour: Seattle to Nashville