Wheels and Bytes saddled up just after vacation and drove back to the Great Plains for Wheels’ uncle’s funeral – twenty some hours each way. They were glad to pay respects and to be able to see Wheels’ many cousins and childhood buds. Then the insurance company came the day after they got back and claimed Wheels’ cherished pickup truck. Someone sped around the corner at 2:30 am one night and smacked into the back of it as it sat by the curb minding it own business. Bytes flew out the door and immediately called 911 because he thought the car driver was hurt. Instead the driver straightened up and roared off, shucking broken car parts in a trail behind him. The faithful green truck had been shoved down the street, up on the curb and sadly bent out of shape. Totaled. Wheels was ... [Read More]