Running 100 miles in fog is little fun.
I tossed a coin, choosing between staying put for another day midway to my destination and finishing the trip tomorrow after restarting my hours, or moving closer today. I chose the latter and I'm now about 30 miles away from the consignee I have to be at tomorrow at 10 AM.
My rear left fender signaling light keeps falling off, despite my best ghetto mechanical skills. I tried one last attempt with duct tape this morning when I fueled. I was so low on fuel I almost got 170 gallons before filling up.
