Angela Burke
Livin' On A Prayer
Updated: Jan 8, 2020
We’ve been living “off-script” since last June when we left the predictability of Boulder and have been rolling with the punches ever since. After a blissful summer in the mountains, it was time to see if free-enterprise still exists in this country. We’re starting a food truck…in Arizona.
But when you shake up the matrix, you find out real quick that not all goes as planned.
Disclosure: All of the events you are about to read happened in 48 hours and are true.
On September 19th, we excitedly went to pick up our custom-made mobile pizza oven near Boulder. However, our optimism quickly faded when we arrived and discovered that it was not yet finished…not even close. At the rate this guy worked, it could be another month before he was done. What to do. We’d been lied to, plain and simple, about its completion. A day behind now due to that fiasco, Mark hitched up the pizza trailer to his truck and we left the next morning…without brake-lights. God help us…somehow we got through Denver’s traffic mess and made it to Albuquerque as the last light of sun disappeared and darkness fell.
The next morning, Mark ran to Home Depot for magnetic brake-lights. They worked! We headed out. We were on our way – we had this – things were looking up – we were going to make it…
And then a tire on the trailer blew five miles outside of Winslow. At that point we knew we were potentially on the highway to hell and running against the wind. Flashes of “Little Miss Sunshine” crossed my mind as we waited in the middle of nowhere…Navajo Nation…on the side of the road. We spent two hours finding pieces of petrified wood and studying a snake skeleton before our
roadside angel came with a new tire. Head down….continue on.
