I have had several of you ask me about my latest post and about how Granny happen to loose her head in Mississippi. It is one of those moments that you just can’t believe is happening.

I’ll do my best to set the stage about getting this “rig” ready and taking “everyone” on a trip. It is quite the chore, and we always have all kinds of mishaps it seems. Between the bed-pans and the critter traps and all things in between, it is always an experience. One of the first things we have to do is wind granny’s chair down (she sets up to high to get in the trailer). Then we make sure she and her friends are seat-belted in (bungee cords of course). After much checking and rechecking we believe things are ready. Granny, Willie and Ella Mae are safe and secure (we hope), so the journey of 450 miles to Cruising the Coast starts.

For those of you that have traveled in Texas, we have to go down I-10 (a long way). The best way to describe this I-10 is like riding in a buckboard down a gravel road. It is full of holes, humps and bumps and Granny is having the ride of her life. We check on her periodically and we can see that she is in there and we see the top of her head and know she is at-least in one piece.

Once we get to Mississippi, we begin the process of getting ready to do what we love – “Cruise the Boulevard”. It is our first day there (this trip) and we are more than ready to get going. We unload everyone and they have all made it safe and sound. We jump in the truck and we head out for our first cruise on the infamous boulevard. We have made our first loop down the blvd. in one direction and now we are headed back. Everything is going WONDERFUL.

As we begin our trek back to the trailer we are just having a fun time and everyone is hollering and waving. The weather is beautiful and we are excited for a super fun week. Then the most horrific thing happens. We are in front of the hard rock hotel, traffic is bumper to bumper, fans are lined up and cheering and we “HIT THAT BUMP”. Needless to say it rattle our teeth, the truck took a huge dip and rise and the hubs looks back to witness the AWFUL EVENT. Poor Granny’s head soars about 3 feet in the air and off it came. It flew like a bird in the sky and when it hit the pavement it disintegrated. Literally disintegrated. That poor guy in the car behind us, I know he had to have had a pure heart attack when he saw that gray headed head come soaring up and hit the pavement in front of him. It was run over by a “bigillion” cars and it was gone. Granny has officially become headless and we have a white PVC pipe sticking up where her head was. There was nothing we could do but limp back to the trailer and sit there and stare at this awful site. After much discussion and kicking we try to solve our problem of the headless granny and 5 more days of cruising. We come up with the idea of taking my 10 gallon hat and putting it over the stump that use to be granny’s head. No, it was not a pretty site but it was better that that pipe sticking up. When you are a true hillbilly you have to make due – as you look at the picture below you will see that Granny was styling when she got there, but she was snoozing when she left.

Lesson to be learned:

• Always check your head, or you may loose it
• Don’t let a small thing ruin your big time
• It could always be worse

P.S. Granny did get a new head, it came in the mail and we didn’t even get arrested. I certainly am glad that the box did not come open on her heads trip from Colorado (can you imagine). LOL Thank you Aaron Irby with Rattling Goard Trading Post for making Granny look awesome again.

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