Day two in Needles and we discover a mysterious leaking under our car. We lost half a quart of oil and put more in this morning but we don't know where its leaking to. The choice mechanic won't open til noon, so we stop next door at the Wagon Wheel for a taste of the 50s.
The Wagon Wheel has 50s charm with a cowboy twist (under new ownership since the 70s). Wagon wheels are the way to Amy's heart.
Shingles, wagon wheel chandeliers, and a pie shelf sagging with age add to the old-time charm of this stop.
Its after noon and mechanics Dave and Bob and Bailey the English Pitbull have the Camry on the rack for inspection.
Bailey looks like a bruiser, but she's sweet and intelligent. She has a kiddie pool by a palm tree outside of the mechanic's shop where dad hoses her down to keep her cool.
Looks like we'll be sitting amongst the auto parts for awhile. Its 100 degrees inside, but it is still 10 degrees cooler than it is outside.
We decide to reserve a few more nights at the hotel. At sunset we take a hike up the hill and find a ledge to sit and watch the passing trains with a bottle of Big Kahuna. We listen to the rumble of the locomotives and the singing of the rails. The bats take flight at twilight for their evening meal. We don't mind hobo style, we like the slow life.
An oil tanker carries tons of fuel through town, pulled by four humming locomotives and followed by one in the rear.
With the moon out, its time to go back for an evening swim, a couple of Bloody Marys, and some Olympics.
Here's the song of choice for today. We hope you enjoy- this pair of hobos sure did!
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