Saturday, June 1, 2019: Day 22, Sealy to Ozona, TX
If Wal*Mart were a convenience store gasoline station and bar-b-que fast food Cracker Barrel-style restaurant with a gi-normous selection of dried animal muscles (jerky), you would have Buc-ees
https://www.buc-ees.com/index.php
So I gave in to the billboard marketing and a tasty brisket sandwich served its purpose in its fast food life…
I fueled Raven, too, and people in cars were desperately swarming for any available AND operational fuel pump–dricing between cars, backing in, all in a chaotic frenzy. I will never take the patiently polite Costco gas queue for granted ever again.
The super smooth ribbons of pavement swiftly glides by when Raven’s GPS system tells me I have 57 miles worth of fuel…and 53 miles to the nearest gas station! I realize it’s going to be too close for comfort as I watch the indicators tick down to a 2 mile margin of error. West Texas is one YUGE state (as wide as CA is long) and it’s going to take me 2 days to cross the state.
I am then great relieved to see the glowing heart atop the Love’s signage and I have avoided having to make The Walk of Shame.
Time to rest to make my final 11 hour push to home from Ozona, TX–778 miles, nearly Iron Butt qualifications (1,000 miles in 24 hours). Next trip for Iron Butt status!
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