This is primarily a travel blog in which I write about traveling in our motorhome. Our travels have

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I began this blog as a vehicle for reporting on a 47-day trip made by my wife and me in our motorhome down to the Yucatan Peninsula and back. I continued writing about our post-Yucatan travels and gradually began including non-travel related topics. I often rant about things that piss me off, such as gun violence, fracking, healthcare, education, and anything else that pushes my button. I have a photography gallery on my Smugmug site (

Monday, August 20, 2012

Ah, The Sound of Air in The Morning!

"Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise."  Well, I don't know about the first two, but I did wake up a little smarter this morning.    As soon as I gained consciousness and opened my eyes it immediately occurred to me that yesterday I had tested the air compressor and pressure gauge and tried adjusting the dill valve in the valve extension and then just assumed the problem had to be the dill valve in the tire stem.  I should have remembered to NEVER assume.  You know what it does.  It makes an ASS out of U and ME!  Perhaps only me in this case.

As Bobby Darin sang in the oldie "Tossing and Turning," I jumped out of bed but instead of jumping in the bath, I grabbed my jeans, T-shirt, and a fleece (only 60 degrees out), went outside, removed the valve stem extension from the problem tire and compared its "male" end with the "male" end of an identical valve stem extension from the the passenger-side rear inside dual.  It was truly a "Eureka!" moment.  The "male" end of the valve extension from the problem tire was lacking the little dill pin whose job it was to depress the dill valve in the tire's valve stem so that air could pass in or out.  With the valve stem extension removed, I laid on my back with the top half of my body beneath the coach so that I could get the air hose up between the two tires and access the valve stem of the inner dual.  The hiss of air flowing into the tire sounded great.  I would have patted myself on the back if I could have reached it.  I will stop at a truck stop today and buy new valve extensions.  I guess the act of "sleeping on it" helped.

On to Santa Fe!

1 comment :

Croft said...

I hope you are not using one of those little $9.95 12 volt compressors! I have filled a car tire successfully with one but when a friend tried to refill a 22" mororhome tire, it pumped away for about six hours to bring the pressure up to 50 or 60 pounds, just enough to get him to a tire shop.