Special thanks to a great man, who would probably prefer to remain nameless, who nicely volunteered to let us use a truck of his to take the exhibit on the road.
On Friday, I received instructions with 3 components.
1. "It's manual"
2. "It's in front of my parent's house."
3. "The keys are in the gas tank cover."
So Sam and I picked up the truck, a pretty midnight blue, tacoma. I drove it around town for a while to get used to it and we then went and hooked up the trailer and took it to my house for a Sunday morning departure to Boise St.
My dad kindly volunteered to ride with me... a little father/son time never hurts.
With a little fanfare and a couple of snapshots we triumphantly left Mesa AZ.
Almost to Flagstaff, 3 hours from home, I get a call from the friendly truck donor who asked a funny question... "Hey Mark, what color is the truck your driving?"
"It's blue, why do you ask?"
"Because we just reported that car stolen two nights ago... You took the wrong truck!"
5 hours later, we were back in Phoenix to exchange the "stolen" blue Tacoma for a shiny, legal, red chevy.
Our dinner in SLC has now been changed to a breakfast.
I know that good things happen with our traveling exhibit, because every time I try to get it somewhere, weirdness happens.
On the way to Canada a few months ago, we got stopped at customs for six hours because they thought I kidnapped Marky, my son!