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Spring has sprung. And as a full-time RVer with no intention of storing my fifth wheel for any longer than a day trip in the foreseeable future, I personally don’t have a need for many of the tips in the following article.

But for anyone out there who may be getting ready to hit the road for summer, the following tips will save you from a lot of potential trouble.

The good folks at Good Sam Club RV Road Service were kind enough let us reprint this article for the benefit of our readers. What Good Sams indeed …

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Recently we were headed down a fairly steep grade outside Santa Fe, NM with the trailer in tow and had to pull over rather suddenly.

Hopefully we can tell you more about why sometime soon. However, without signing a non-disclosure agreement, you’ll just have to wait.

Normally this wouldn’t be a problem. And it really wasn’t this time, until I smelled the distinct odor of brake pads cooking.

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It always works out for the best. I keep reminding René (and myself) of that whenever we’ve been driving along time in search of the perfect place to boondock, and the day is getting long.

Recently, while visiting El Morro National Monument, we kept searching for an inconspicuous place to pull over for the night. Good thing we didn’t find one.

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We haven’t lived the typical office life for nearly a year now, since selling our business.

And I must say, we don’t miss it one bit.

We got a pleasant reminder of running your own business, however, while in Los Angeles.

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I really enjoy a nice dinner out. I’m all for spending good money for good food and good service. But it’s even better when someone else pays the bill!

The last time René and I dusted off our nice clothes and went out to a “fancy restaurant” was months ago on our trip into Toronto, Ontario. So I am extremely grateful to Liz, Tom and the Agredanos for treating us at the Dal Rae in Pico Rivera recently.

Since opening in 1958, it seems like the Dal Rae hasn’t changed much. The atmosphere is pure 1960’s supper club. Complete with piano bar and a proper Manhattan. Its retro look was revitalized in a 1999 renovation, and the dim lighting, comfy booths and wood paneling had me feeling swank and yearning for a cigar. But not before dinner…
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There is one good thing about visiting Los Angeles.

Aside from seeing La Familia, that is. OK two things … Oh, and the food. I guess that makes three things.

Anyway, access to the right tools makes working on your rig easy. And that can help you save a lot of money.

And believe me, El Jefe has all the right tools … and the shop, and the brain, which I picked to learn how to to pack the wheel bearings on our fifth wheel trailer.

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Driving around Los Angeles, I can’t help but wonder what archaeologists of the distant future would make of the cryptic tags of today’s graffiti artists.

And I have always snickered inside at all the modern day scholars writing dissertations on the meaning of ancient petroglyphs which may in fact just be the scribblings of prehistoric taggers.

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I have always loved the mountains. And I’ve always thought I would love to live in the mountains. After having gone directly from boondocking at Three Rivers Campground in the shadows of Sierra Blanca overlooking New Mexico’s Tularosa Valley to the smog-filled traffic jam that is Los Angeles, I can say without a doubt that mountains are a definite requirement for the next place I live.
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We just had to stop at Carlsbad Caverns when passing through Whites City on our way to Roswell, NM. And we just now got around to updating all the pictures in the gallery below.

The park was under construction while we were there. But I suppose this place has really been under construction for the past few hundred thousand years or so.

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Someone once said the third time is a charm. I say it’s an omen.

The first time we noticed a “Remove Before Flight” flag recently was on the Nomadjik Media Bus. You can see it in René’s interview with Flux Rostrum.

Just a few days later, we saw one at the Cathedral of Junk and thought nothing of it. But then we saw one in Luckenbach later that same week.

This third time made us recall the first two and wonder … what does it all mean?

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