A couple hours away from the border, my check engine light turns on, I get pulled over for running a stop sign then my tire blows on the highway.
What great luck.
Spent the night in a parking lot of a tire shop (nothing new) and now I’m just waiting to get my tire fixed.
I feel like this is turning into a personal diary as opposed to a ‘blog,’ whatever that is.
Either way, note to self: never get recycled oil ever again.
The plan is to head to Seattle and stay for as long as I can, then to Vancouver and see if my brother will let me stay with him.
Van, September 23, 2025
