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by earlkabong on August 13, 2010

The Alternator Apocalypse of 2010 continues to bring misery and suffering to everyone who expected the Traipsathon to set America right, in the sense that it would give them a reason to say to themselves, “Hey, look I’ve made some bad choices in my life, but at least I’m not wandering around in a van living on beer, barbecue and peanut M&M’s.”

The good news is that we can blame this  latest setback on foreigners. Germans, specifically. Who will then blame it on the Turks. Or possibly the Greeks. Who will not notice, because they will be busy getting drunk and shattering plates.

Here’s where we are, alternator-wise. The original oversized 250-amp alternator, custom built by the aptly-named folks at Maniac Motors, finally went kaput, for reasons yet to be determined. So we’re waiting for a Mercedes-sanctioned replacement to arrive from Germany.  Once it arrives, the Sprinter mechanics at Freightliner Dallas will install it and proceed to test all the electrical systems to (we hope) determine why the Traipsemobile, much like the H.A.L. 9000, continues to shut itself down at regular intervals, stranding the Mobile Command operations team at various locations along Interstate 30, including but not limited to a Wal-Mart parking lot in Little Rock, an Exxon Travel Center in Greenville, Texas and, best of all, in the middle of 100-degree nowhere 11 miles outside Mt. Pleasant, Texas. We are in contention for the dubious honor of “AAA Roadside Emergency Customer of the Month.”

So, here we sit in Dallas,  conducting operations from a rented Kia until further notice. With any luck, The Traipsathon should be in operation by the first of September, heading for cooler Northeastern climes. The chances of this actually happening? I have no idea. Ask the Greeks. Opa!

  • Anonymous

    holy cow. I never knew you were so patient, Joe. I’d be breaking plates and raising hell by now. good on you for keeping it together–if not cool. Dy

  • http://www.Twitter.com/TheGirlPie @TheGirlPie

    Jeeze, and you’re not complaining much at all, has the heat taken it outta ya? Sorry for the commie bastards booby-trapping your — oh wait, that’s what I tell Uncle Murray…

    Sorry to hear about this alternator trouble, dear… although if you’d asked me before you made your pact with the devil-mobile, I’da warned you not to cross the country in anything that wasn’t Toyota or Ford, just for the ease of getting parts at every 7-11 or gas station (or citizen garage in the towns that don’t have either of the former.) But no, you didn’t ask “what should I buy to traipse across this wilderness GirlPie?” Why? Because I’m a Girl. Pie. Plain and simple: it’s all sexism’s fault.

    But now I feel guilty for getting my dead alternator rebuilt and replaced in two hours at Voltec on Venice Blvd. where Joe is the sharpest owner and everything comes with a 4-year warranty. (Commercial? Moi?!)

    SO! What’s my duty in this affiliate stuff? Am I bringing the punch or the cups or the chips or what? What can we help with?

    You’re in Dallas? Attorney/manager Mike, uh… I’ll look it up… runs a Dallas Screenwriter’s group that meets every month and feeds you dinner with the officers of the group — big night, big I tell ya. Why not email to tell him you accept his offer to come talk to them about interviewing subjects for their scripts, like for research or biopics or whatever the hell you wanna tell ‘em — they don’t know, they’ll just be thrilled that someone from LA is talking to them — I have Mike’s info here somewhere… Mike, Mike… never liked him, bible radio in is mini-van… like the talented redheaded writer who wrote their newsletter… his stories are alive with everything you remembered a story from your pre-teens being… Fin… he died in a terrible fire just two chapters and a polish short of a killer novella…

    Ah! Here it is — Mike Farris — Dallas Screenwriter’s Assoc: farris1@airmail.com — if he’s already held his meeting for August, have him tell you the hotel where they hold the meetings anyway, the really old one with the private top floor that has a ghost and secret passages… maybe check that out…

    It just dawned on me that I’m not leaving a rambling message on your answering machine while I walk about dragging the phone cord behind me while looking through old rolodexi and through memento boxes for hotel matchbooks…

    You are most definitely AAA Customer of the Month. Tell me how I can help; I’ve never been an officialate Traipser before.

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