Bad boys bad boys

Our first and last night in Missouri, tired from a 12 hour drive, we drift over to the side of the road into a nice quiet lot. Amanda and myself put up the curtains and get ready for a good nights rest. Fifteen minutes go past and I catch some neighbors out of the corner of my eye staring at us. I get a bad feeling and drive off. Next thing we know we are being pulled over. Woops. We had nothing to worry about since we had not done anything wrong. Amanda and I give the officer our ID's and title. He asks for proof of insurance, which is not required of New Hampshire to register a vehicle. He does not understand so finally I say, you can't get the vehicle registered without proof of insurance. The officer warns us that the area we were pulled over in was used by dopers. "They all know better than to come here when I'm on duty. They know I'll give'em a thumpin'," stated the officer with a look of chagrin on his face. "I'll take ya to a nice place where no one will bother you". "Thank you" I said and I shook his hand. The officer proceeded to escort us through a maze of roads driving much faster than our bus could manage. The area he put us in was safe but somewhat loud from the highway and the other trucks. At least we managed to get some sleep.

Sunday morning we started our day with coffee as usual and headed west for our final 4 hour drive to Lawrence and the Bison Ranch. Halfway there we pull over for a quick stop and a coffee. While I was paying the cashier noticed the Euros that I had from my recent trip to Spain. She told me how much she loved foreign money. The mere fact that I had been to Spain at all seemed to amaze her. I knew that this was my chance to try to score more fuel. "Do you mind if I take some used oil from out back?" No answer. "My car runs on it" I quickly said. "Faris I know." With that I suited up for the fill (which means I just put on work clothes). Full tank and we're off. Next stop Lawrence, KS.