Finally stopped at a Waffle House in Christiansburg, Virginia for breakfast. I showed respect for my stomach by going with a couple of scrambles eggs. Once back on the road, I lasted a few miles and then turned the driving over to Barb. She loved the trucks. After an hour or so she pulled into a rest stop and made it clear she wouldn’t go another mile.
So while driving I noticed the Maintenance Required message hiding out behind the steering wheel. Asked Barb what she had done and received a rude response. Checked the GPS for the nearest Honda dealer, which was in Morristown, Virginia, only 24 miles away. After checking all fluids and fussing around under the hood for a few minutes, Mr. Honda’s finest was given a clean bill of health. With the warning message reset, we were once again on our way.
Now the day really went downhill. I won’t say much about the Pigeon Forge area except that it looks like a cheap copy of Las Vegas. Arriving there was a huge disappointment and it will remain that way until I can escape early tomorrow morning. I would never return. There, I didn’t say much. Oh, and this is a dry county.
Since it’s a short day how about a few stats: 6,429 miles, 27 days, 24 states, 11 motels, 5 cemeteries, 4 battlefields, 2 B & B’s and 1 oil change. 346 miles today.
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