Ted the Traveller
Heading south out of Havasu City, about 20 miles beyond
town, we come across a Mesa on the east side of the freeway that had a few
R.V’s “ boondocking “ or dry camping. Dry camping is when you park up your
motorhome out in the cuds where there are no facilities and rely on your own
resources. We decided to pull off the freeway and stay for a few days. We found
a fairly flat piece of ground and set up camp. The weather was perfect so we
sat outside, with a cold beer and enjoyed the day. A black Honda saloon rolled
by then pulled into our camp. The driver side window rolled down and this was
our introduction to Ted.
Ted was about my age. He asked if we left Utah to escape the
snow then asked if he could join us for a chat. “Please yourself mate “ , says
I. He gets out the car and on his left leg below the knee is this clamp like /
jig looking thing with bolts and pins and rotators on it. His leg looked like
something out of Robocop. There were 2 pins laterally through his knee and then
3 pins were in a line going through his shin. The whole thing was then held
together with bolts and swivels. He stands up straight and I ask “ what the
funk happened there ? “. He looks down shrugs and says “Oh I got in a tumble
with a car and the car won “.I asked him if he wanted a chair and he declined ,
hobbling round to the back of his car, he pulled out a chair and a beer. Then
he hobbled over to us and sat down. Seems he had been crushed by a car a year
ago and the clamp thing was the end result. I asked him when the “jig “would be
taken off his leg, “ when I decide “, he said ,looking down at it. Then I
realized Ted had been on the “sauce “ a bit longer than before the sun had set
over the yard arm. He was well drunk innit ?
He starts getting real deep and philosophical. We talked
about politics, religion, you name it , it was on the menu. I might add, at
this point Mrs. Ellis retreated to the inner sanctum of the bus. She doesn’t
suffer strangers lightly. Ted had left home at 16 and hopped on freight trains
across America. There was a phrase he used to describe travelling on freight
trains and when I asked him the next day, he couldn’t remember what it was. He
told me of the people he had met along the way. Ted had got a job on the
oilfields and never looked back. He had a gripe with how America was turning
out. People were losing the ability to talk. Not communicate but talk.” Any
fucker can send an e-mail or a text but ask him to talk to talk to someone,
look that person in the eye,, different story “.”People ask how you are doing
but they don’t really want to know how you are”. Talk about interesting, this
fella had me enthralled. On meeting him for the first time and seeing him
living in his car you would think he didn’t have a pot to piss in but that
wasn’t the case. He had won a large settlement, which he was living off and had
decided to go on the road and find the “real America “.
After about an hour we called it a day as Mrs. Ellis wanted
to take the Ginge for a walk before it got too dark. Ted put his chair away and
got in his car to park up and sleep. He then made the mistake of driving into
the camp next to us. This camp consisted of some big R.v’s and 5th
wheels. They called the Police on Ted. The officer shows up and after talking
to Ted drives off.
The next day Ted apologizes to us for any upset he caused us.
I told him he didn’t have to apologies as he didn’t upset us. Seems he thought
it was us that called him in. He didn’t even remember driving into the other
camp. I was surprised as I didn’t think he was that drunk. Mrs Ellis went into
“ officer mode “ and told him about being drunk while driving and its all fun till he drives off
the Mesa. The mad part was Ted didn’t recall our big discussion and he ended
our chat with “ well sometimes when I am drunk ,I have been known to use big
words and get ahead of myself “, then with a shrug and a “ you guys have a
great day “ he was gone. Off to wherever else he thought he needed to be to
find the America , that he was looking for.
Be safe Ted,,,,,,,and get that leg looked at.
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