Day 1133 The other side of the tracks

16th September 2020

They say there is no single rail trucks in Michigan, the reason is they are all connected together to make a train that’s five miles long.

We know this because Kelli had an appointment at the Secretary of State, and on route we hit the train crossing.

Normally after twenty minutes it will pass, and people go on their merry way, albeit a little older and greyer.

On this occasion it got so far and stopped, which is just a little slower than it usually goes.

Now we were on a time crunch with the clock ticking down we had to take action. It had taken months to get this appointment, forced upon us because, since Dave died nobody could find the title of his truck, and it can’t be sold without it.

Kelli had tried repeatedly to apply for a new one online, but there was some problem with the validity of the information she was trying to input, so the only alternative was to do it in person.

So with this appointment so precious getting to the office on time was imperative.

As every minute passed Kelli was getting more and more impatient, we debated alternative routes, but first we had to get out of the traffic queue we were in.

With the train still not moving, Kelli took control and managed to turn the truck around, thank goodness for wide roads. We managed to drive through the post office car park and on to another road, burning rubber as we went.

You should never get wheel spin in a Toyota Highlander, but some of the kick-downs were the most savage in the vehicle’s long life. Most of the cobwebs had been blown away along with a couple of pints of oil.

In a wild about route we got there a few minutes late, but with most government buildings there are always delays, meaning we were still on time.

Kelli was back in no time with a form that has to given to the new owner, and that was that, months of waiting resulted in a small sheet of paper.

We were back home to continue working on the large green dresser that has become a lot different with black stained top, wood drawer fronts and a splash of orange to startle the senses, lets see what Holland thinks of that.

Tonight was Stein night again, it’s become a regular institution, and I make no excuses for it, we both work hard, and we sold the peachy dresser this morning.