At some point today, Flash’s odometer hit 6000 miles. I was too busy keeping him upright and listening for one of the tires to pop to notice.
The good news is that the pilot with the chip – but little head – on his shoulder isn’t on board this run. Plaunt Transportation is a four-generation family business, and I recognize the third generation’s captain running the ship this time, and the second generation Plaunt (90 years old) is along for the ride. I don’t recognize the other crew either; must just be a change of shift. The captain gave no indication of knowing who I am, just professionally directed me to park my “motorcycle” next to the ship’s bridge, out of the wind. Which also happens to be a rather noisy spot, and no less prone to the deck tipping. I stood with my Buddy. No further troubles.
