|Derelict Whiting Bros. gasoline station, Route 66|
Except for some dry rot of the sidewalls, all four rear tires appeared to be OK. Returning with less effort along the passenger’s side, I checked the U-Haul’s other end.
Blown out Goodrich truck tire resembling Dante’s 10th circle.
These days help on the highway is just a cell tower away – and I had five bars. Itinerancy no longer exits. Wherever you may be, you’re always “@” your cell phone. Its almost like staying at home.
I'm indebted to Wikipedia for background material