Lexi Goforth

Lexi Goforth

Lexi lives in a truck camper down by the river.
  • Joined: February 14, 2019
  • Articles: 750
  • Comments: 149

Perfection, Enemy of Good

Dodgy's journeys have not been the easiest, and with each mechanical trial arises a new quest: to find a mechanic that will actually fix Dodgy's problems. For most people, a matter of a broken brake light or air conditioning unit is simply remedied by a trip to the nearest mechanic, yet Dodgy has already visited three mechanics. After the second explained that our business was not worth the time and effort it would take to find replacement parts, he referred us to a shop specializing in car electrical work. Despite both the mechanic calling ahead and us scheduling an appointment to drop off the car, we found ourselves cajoling Mechanic #3 to take on the project.

Some Like It Hot

Some days just seem rough. Try as one might, it seems like nothing can quite go right and the world is conspiring to derail what one has invested so much time and sweat to achieve. As Robert Burns observed in…

WWE-eeeeeee!

World Wrestling Entertainment, formally the WWF until they lost a law suite to the World Wildlife Fund

As an individual with genteel sensibilities, I am not usually accustomed to stand idly by while people beat each other up. That being said, I guess it's less of a matter for concern when people pretend to slam opponents on their backs. So, in the interest of partaking in the cultural events of this region, we attended WWE Summer Slam in Nashville, TN.

Wyoming, From Highway 80

WE LOVE WYOMING. This has been (aside from highway 1) our favorite stretch to ride. Rock formations flank highway 80, making scenery watching of greater interest than getting from point A to point B. Also in Wyoming's favor is that it isn't as mind meltingly hot as California, Nevada, and Utah. Still, we were in a rush. We stayed in Rock Springs for little other reason than we were too tired to make it to Lincoln.

Utah

I'll be frank, we rushed through Utah. When we left Elko in the morning, we had nothing but visions of Park City dancing in our head—home to the 2002 Winter Olympics and at an elevation that it must provide some respite from the summer heat. Little did we think of the salt flats between us and Park City. Like the Fellowship of the Ring on their way to Mt. Doom (except a nice Mt. Doom with trees and flowers and ski lifts) we faced overwhelming trials. Lacking air conditioning, we rolled down our windows and were treated to what I can only imagine a chicken must experience in a convection oven. Fortunately, growing up in a family that did not believe in air conditioning, I knew the drill. We had bought a spray bottle during our stay at Walmart and now I let the convection heat evaporate misted water from our skin. It's like sweating but ten times more effective.