For the life of me, I can't find any documentation on what filter this RV uses. It's a Ford V-10 engine, but can't find any literature about the OEM filter, in the 4 operator manuals I have, nor anything at the Winnebago site, or any Oil Filter company site.
Anyone have any resources they can share, or actually own this rig?
The flipping coin is a sightseer A glistening deity, With a boisterous flip, Our stomachs all dip, As it predicts what our fates will be.
Heads side is weather beaten, Tails side is just as bad, A silver twinkle on both it's sides, A game deciding fad.
We growl as it predicts games around country, A win, and then a loss, And fans all shake, and quiver, and quake, As Gruden's tossed out on his ass.
The flipping coin is a sightseer, Predicting losses just for fun, It makes us believe, Put our hearts on our sleeves, And laugh when the playoffs are won
Hi, 43 Korean male, 5’10” average build, look and feel a bit younger though. Currently in Dallas, divorced, no kids. Wanting to start traveling in the next year or two before I get too old to really experience anything (traveled when I was younger and think I was too young to appreciate things, maybe now is just right?), and before the world changes too much.
Kind of resigned myself to staying single, but planning trips makes me realize that I would really like someone to share the experiences with, as I no longer seem to have my youthful sense of adventure and solo travel.
I don’t drink anymore and quit smoking TOBACCO, interests are wide and varied but some are art, history, science, religion, sociology, learning languages and cultures, psychedelics, crypto, NFT’s, photography, collectibles, etc…. Former professional artist, entrepreneur but trying to get back into art.
Educated and cultured. Appreciate a well versed and well dressed lady who has an eye for fashion, though my own has been fairly lacking because of Covid and generally no one to impress. But don’t get me wrong, I am not a stuffy person, only wore a suit twice in my life, and very casual (maybe too much).
If we can have a conversation about anything for more than two hours I would be so delighted!
Hope to meet some amazing ladies…or maybe even guys(strictly platonic)…let’s see the world!
Written for the Monthly Writing Contest Tourist challenge, for the Sightseer category.
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I'm interested in people. I mostly don't like them, but they interest me.
Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Ooh, a jaded, world-weary waitress in a rural Alabama diner. How cliche. I'm sure she's barely gettin' by, and her man done her wrong, but she's got young-uns to feed, like in every country song.' And to that, I say, cliches don't feel too cliche when they're happening to you, smart guy. But for your information, I make enough to live as I please, being that my wants are few and easily-met. My ex-husband stole my grandmother's jewelry I'd inherited and ran off to join a polyamorous gay devil-worship commune out in Oregon, so I guess you could say he done me wrong, although I doubt Reba McEntire will sing a song about that. And my daughter, Polly, doesn't take much at all to feed because she got run over in our driveway by a drunk deputy sheriff when she was five. So, there you go, jaded and world-weary. Also, fuck you.
Anyway, people interest me. And working night shift in a truck stop diner is a fine way to get my interest gratified. Thorne's Stop-n-Fill is in one of those perfect little spots that's not close to anywhere important, but is on a minor route to the kinds of places people are always trying to get to or away from. We get long-haul truckers trying the alternate routes to Birmingham or Atlanta. There's wayward gamblers headed west to the Tunica casinos. Those are usually gray-haired couples in road-hogging Buicks or Cadillacs who will quietly have the same non-stop arguments they've been having since the second kid moved out. Or, alternately, balding fortysomething stallions, freshly- or soon-to-be-divorced and driving the sorts of cars they'd wanted when they were in high school. Those guys tip better, as long as you smile and giggle when they make such clever double-entendres about your boobs or ass. I let Jan, the other night girl, handle most of those. She needs the money worse and she's ten years younger than me.
We get plenty of bikers. Some of them are the typical white-collar posers done up in leather from the Harley store, out for a weekend with the 'old lady', running together in fours and sixes. Some of them aren't posers, and our parking lot will see guns being flashed, drugs changing hands, and the occasional good old country ass-whupping taking place. Those ones, the real
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So I'm Tryna clear 100% of the map for the achievement but Fort Zancudo is a massive pain is there a way to clear the fog there without getting killed will flying above the clouds stop me from being shot down as I was shot down and my game must be glitching as it didn't save the fog that had been cleared.
