Broke and Broken in Barstow and Bakersfield

Rolling into Barstow on fumes is not a good idea. The Shell station was in the business of maximizing profits. At close to $4 a gallon they got me for an extra $1 per gallon. Ouch.

West of town the road surface degraded significantly. It was wrinkled in a way that secretly ruined the wheelchair trailer. The next morning leaving Bakersfield, the fatigued trailer collapsed passing through a peach orchard. A quick side of the road disassembly and strapping operation had us rolling north again towards Sacramento.

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