Before leaving Charlotte, I went to a nearby U-Haul to fill the RV's propane tank. To my great surprise, the manager refused to fill it because it was older than 12 years old. What? Evidently it's a state law. I quickly called the man in SC who sold the Paddy Wagon to me. He laughed and said I would likely find another place that would oblige. I wasn't laughing; I envisioned the first of many unforeseen challenges on this trip.
On our RV, propane is critical because it powers the refrigerator when we're not hooked-up. I'm thinking spoiled food, warm beer, and a hot wife. The first two I could somehow rectify.
After leaving Charlotte, I decided to stop by the large camping center located immediately next to the Charlotte Motor Speedway.( I won't mention the name to protect all parties involved and my local fuel source.) I immediately started talking about NASCAR when I pulled up to the propane pump.
The guy was obviously a big race fan, and went into a long dissertation on the finer points of the track and his experience working at the center during the races. Studies have shown that once a mouse learns a routine, the critical-thinking portion of it's small brain completely shuts down
Perfect! While busy telling me everything to know about NASCAR, he simply hooked up the hose and started pumping valuable propane, never once checking the vintage of my tank. 9.5 gallons and 1/2 hour credit in 300-level NASCAR.
(as a bonus: the gas was $2.68 per gallon. U-haul was $3.99!)
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