The document of our pool related road trip across the U.S. updated daily

This is not a temporary road trip at least that is not our intention. This is a journey where I am charged to learn all that I can from Gene until Gene is unable to play pool or give lessons anymore due to health reasons. Gene is preparing me for survival on my own.

This isn't like some old road stories where when a person got out of their town won a bunch of money then returned to their town a year or so later. This is a more permanent trip. Gene has been on the road living in motels for over 4 1/2 years only returning to Wisconsin for Christmas visits for a very brief time but not to stay more than a few days.

This adventure is already a success as Gene is able to earn more on the road than the expense of 2 people. Anything negative I do sets us back. Any positive contribution I make allows us to go forward. In fact if I do nothing at all we will continue to prosper but I feel I owe it to both of us to make some positive contributions any time the situation arrives.

I believe 2014 will be Gene's best year in his entire pool career. I have plans on encouraging him to enter every single sanctioned tournament along our path that would bring us the maximum potential income without interfering with his normal routines. We will still try to avoid smoking pool rooms. He will still be giving lessons. But in 2014 Gene is going to finish off the year with the highest tournament payouts he has ever achieved in any other year.

And action, Gene will be in plenty of action. He will be playing many people now that his game is on the rise again after finding out what was causing him to lose sleep for the last couple decades. Gene is now able to play better than he was back in his prime and with the help of his own Perfect Aim system, encouragement from me, and his solid discipline with keeping an eye on his health issues people are going to be in for a big surprise.

Our last day in Charlotte was a Monday, we practiced a little bit at the Smokin' Cue, we could not find any action, Gene was a bit under the weather and the full impact of his loss of his mom hadn't taken effect yet. I think he was still in shock.

The next day we packed up and began our journey northwest, we stopped in Knoxville Tennessee at the KBC, I saw some familiar faces there including Johnny Changas who was playing 1 pocket as usual and Mathew Braden sitting on the barstool in front of the counter. We only stopped there to use the restroom, wasn't much going on and we didn't have a lot of time so we headed back on the road.

By the end of the night we made our way to Indianapolis Indiana and stopped in the Brickyard hoping to get some quick action. There was no one there for me to play 9-ball with. Bobby SR was playing 1 hole $50 a rack with another regular. Tommy was playing $1000.00 sets with a golf buddy of his and was already up 2 sets and they began a 3rd set. Tommy tried to get his buddy to bet more per set but he wouldn't bet more than $1k a set.

Well eventually we headed out and drove to Lebanon Indiana and stayed the night.
The next day we began our northbound journey through all the tollways. As we approached the 2nd Chicago toll by the McDonald's the vehicle began to sputter. The engine light was on and Gene began to panic. We just rolled into the McDonald's parking lot. Gene definitely needed an oil change but when we stopped at a few places
he was offended by prices of nearly $40. He told me he refuses to pay over $19 for an oil change and that a lot of places in the U.S. run specials for oil changes between $15.95 to $19 you just have to pay attention.

Anyway he put a quart of oil into the engine, it didn't do the trick the van would not start. Then we sat there for about a minute and he grabbed his bike off the back of the van and gave me the keys to the van said he would be back. He began riding the bike on the narrow shoulder along the tollway toward a suburb of Chicago. When he got to the underpass he lifted the bike over the cement barrier and there was only one place where the grass was real steep about 40 feet down to the residential street. He worked his way down the steep embankment and then rode his bike with low air in his back tire quickly under the long bridge. After riding a half mile he finally reached a gas station off of 92nd street. This area was pretty tough. Gene was inside buying a gas can and a guy pulled up and put a dollar in the air hose to act like he was filling up his tires. Then along came another guy who tried to take Gene's bike, luckily the guy filling his tires tried to stop the other guy from taking the bike. Gene saw all of this going on so he ran outside without paying for the gas can to stop either person from taking his bike. Then he filled up the gas can, filled up his tire with air. And at the point the guy working at the gas station runs out and tells Gene he has to pay for the gas can. Gene gives the guy $10 and heads back.

When Gene gets back to the van he looks all sweaty. He rode against traffic on the tollway to get back. He puts the gas in the van and then says to me "Here is the moment of truth." At this point I am really hoping the van starts because otherwise we would have had to buy another vehicle. After a few tries Gene gets the van to start. We continue to the $4 toll and take the exit back to the same gas station. Gene wears his hood up with the strings tight. As hes filling the tank he tells me when you are in the hood always wear your hood up and they will not bother you cause they can't tell your age.

So then we get the oil changed and air the tires in the van. Even got a plug on one of the tires because it needed to be patched. We then head northbound through the jam packed rush hour traffic slowly approaching Wisconsin.

We eventually arrive in Eau Claire. Gene decided to drive by his Mom's house to show me where she lived. I could see his eyes tearing up a little bit. He really tried to hide it though.

We found a really nice room for only $204.30 for this week here in town. Had to go to bed last night without internet. After loading everything from the van into the room it was about 45 mins that had passed and Gene didn't want me to call the front desk to wake the lady up to get the password for the internet wi-fi.
 
Our last day in Charlotte was a Monday, we practiced a little bit at the Smokin' Cue, we could not find any action, Gene was a bit under the weather and the full impact of his loss of his mom hadn't taken effect yet. I think he was still in shock.

The next day we packed up and began our journey northwest, we stopped in Knoxville Tennessee at the KBC, I saw some familiar faces there including Johnny Changas who was playing 1 pocket as usual and Mathew Braden sitting on the barstool in front of the counter. We only stopped there to use the restroom, wasn't much going on and we didn't have a lot of time so we headed back on the road.

By the end of the night we made our way to Indianapolis Indiana and stopped in the Brickyard hoping to get some quick action. There was no one there for me to play 9-ball with. Bobby SR was playing 1 hole $50 a rack with another regular. Tommy was playing $1000.00 sets with a golf buddy of his and was already up 2 sets and they began a 3rd set. Tommy tried to get his buddy to bet more per set but he wouldn't bet more than $1k a set.

Well eventually we headed out and drove to Lebanon Indiana and stayed the night.
The next day we began our northbound journey through all the tollways. As we approached the 2nd Chicago toll by the McDonald's the vehicle began to sputter. The engine light was on and Gene began to panic. We just rolled into the McDonald's parking lot. Gene definitely needed an oil change but when we stopped at a few places
he was offended by prices of nearly $40. He told me he refuses to pay over $19 for an oil change and that a lot of places in the U.S. run specials for oil changes between $15.95 to $19 you just have to pay attention.

Anyway he put a quart of oil into the engine, it didn't do the trick the van would not start. Then we sat there for about a minute and he grabbed his bike off the back of the van and gave me the keys to the van said he would be back. He began riding the bike on the narrow shoulder along the tollway toward a suburb of Chicago. When he got to the underpass he lifted the bike over the cement barrier and there was only one place where the grass was real steep about 40 feet down to the residential street. He worked his way down the steep embankment and then rode his bike with low air in his back tire quickly under the long bridge. After riding a half mile he finally reached a gas station off of 92nd street. This area was pretty tough. Gene was inside buying a gas can and a guy pulled up and put a dollar in the air hose to act like he was filling up his tires. Then along came another guy who tried to take Gene's bike, luckily the guy filling his tires tried to stop the other guy from taking the bike. Gene saw all of this going on so he ran outside without paying for the gas can to stop either person from taking his bike. Then he filled up the gas can, filled up his tire with air. And at the point the guy working at the gas station runs out and tells Gene he has to pay for the gas can. Gene gives the guy $10 and heads back.

When Gene gets back to the van he looks all sweaty. He rode against traffic on the tollway to get back. He puts the gas in the van and then says to me "Here is the moment of truth." At this point I am really hoping the van starts because otherwise we would have had to buy another vehicle. After a few tries Gene gets the van to start. We continue to the $4 toll and take the exit back to the same gas station. Gene wears his hood up with the strings tight. As hes filling the tank he tells me when you are in the hood always wear your hood up and they will not bother you cause they can't tell your age.

So then we get the oil changed and air the tires in the van. Even got a plug on one of the tires because it needed to be patched. We then head northbound through the jam packed rush hour traffic slowly approaching Wisconsin.

We eventually arrive in Eau Claire. Gene decided to drive by his Mom's house to show me where she lived. I could see his eyes tearing up a little bit. He really tried to hide it though.

We found a really nice room for only $204.30 for this week here in town. Had to go to bed last night without internet. After loading everything from the van into the room it was about 45 mins that had passed and Gene didn't want me to call the front desk to wake the lady up to get the password for the internet wi-fi.

I kept reading waiting to hear some more terrible news. WHEW!
 
Our last day in Charlotte was a Monday, we practiced a little bit at the Smokin' Cue, we could not find any action, Gene was a bit under the weather and the full impact of his loss of his mom hadn't taken effect yet. I think he was still in shock.

The next day we packed up and began our journey northwest, we stopped in Knoxville Tennessee at the KBC, I saw some familiar faces there including Johnny Changas who was playing 1 pocket as usual and Mathew Braden sitting on the barstool in front of the counter. We only stopped there to use the restroom, wasn't much going on and we didn't have a lot of time so we headed back on the road.

By the end of the night we made our way to Indianapolis Indiana and stopped in the Brickyard hoping to get some quick action. There was no one there for me to play 9-ball with. Bobby SR was playing 1 hole $50 a rack with another regular. Tommy was playing $1000.00 sets with a golf buddy of his and was already up 2 sets and they began a 3rd set. Tommy tried to get his buddy to bet more per set but he wouldn't bet more than $1k a set.

Well eventually we headed out and drove to Lebanon Indiana and stayed the night.
The next day we began our northbound journey through all the tollways. As we approached the 2nd Chicago toll by the McDonald's the vehicle began to sputter. The engine light was on and Gene began to panic. We just rolled into the McDonald's parking lot. Gene definitely needed an oil change but when we stopped at a few places
he was offended by prices of nearly $40. He told me he refuses to pay over $19 for an oil change and that a lot of places in the U.S. run specials for oil changes between $15.95 to $19 you just have to pay attention.

Anyway he put a quart of oil into the engine, it didn't do the trick the van would not start. Then we sat there for about a minute and he grabbed his bike off the back of the van and gave me the keys to the van said he would be back. He began riding the bike on the narrow shoulder along the tollway toward a suburb of Chicago. When he got to the underpass he lifted the bike over the cement barrier and there was only one place where the grass was real steep about 40 feet down to the residential street. He worked his way down the steep embankment and then rode his bike with low air in his back tire quickly under the long bridge. After riding a half mile he finally reached a gas station off of 92nd street. This area was pretty tough. Gene was inside buying a gas can and a guy pulled up and put a dollar in the air hose to act like he was filling up his tires. Then along came another guy who tried to take Gene's bike, luckily the guy filling his tires tried to stop the other guy from taking the bike. Gene saw all of this going on so he ran outside without paying for the gas can to stop either person from taking his bike. Then he filled up the gas can, filled up his tire with air. And at the point the guy working at the gas station runs out and tells Gene he has to pay for the gas can. Gene gives the guy $10 and heads back.

When Gene gets back to the van he looks all sweaty. He rode against traffic on the tollway to get back. He puts the gas in the van and then says to me "Here is the moment of truth." At this point I am really hoping the van starts because otherwise we would have had to buy another vehicle. After a few tries Gene gets the van to start. We continue to the $4 toll and take the exit back to the same gas station. Gene wears his hood up with the strings tight. As hes filling the tank he tells me when you are in the hood always wear your hood up and they will not bother you cause they can't tell your age.

So then we get the oil changed and air the tires in the van. Even got a plug on one of the tires because it needed to be patched. We then head northbound through the jam packed rush hour traffic slowly approaching Wisconsin.

We eventually arrive in Eau Claire. Gene decided to drive by his Mom's house to show me where she lived. I could see his eyes tearing up a little bit. He really tried to hide it though.

We found a really nice room for only $204.30 for this week here in town. Had to go to bed last night without internet. After loading everything from the van into the room it was about 45 mins that had passed and Gene didn't want me to call the front desk to wake the lady up to get the password for the internet wi-fi.

Gene has heart.... There's no doubting that
Good luck to you both
 
Our last day in Charlotte was a Monday, we practiced a little bit at the Smokin' Cue, we could not find any action, Gene was a bit under the weather and the full impact of his loss of his mom hadn't taken effect yet. I think he was still in shock.

The next day we packed up and began our journey northwest, we stopped in Knoxville Tennessee at the KBC, I saw some familiar faces there including Johnny Changas who was playing 1 pocket as usual and Mathew Braden sitting on the barstool in front of the counter. We only stopped there to use the restroom, wasn't much going on and we didn't have a lot of time so we headed back on the road.

By the end of the night we made our way to Indianapolis Indiana and stopped in the Brickyard hoping to get some quick action. There was no one there for me to play 9-ball with. Bobby SR was playing 1 hole $50 a rack with another regular. Tommy was playing $1000.00 sets with a golf buddy of his and was already up 2 sets and they began a 3rd set. Tommy tried to get his buddy to bet more per set but he wouldn't bet more than $1k a set.

Well eventually we headed out and drove to Lebanon Indiana and stayed the night.
The next day we began our northbound journey through all the tollways. As we approached the 2nd Chicago toll by the McDonald's the vehicle began to sputter. The engine light was on and Gene began to panic. We just rolled into the McDonald's parking lot. Gene definitely needed an oil change but when we stopped at a few places
he was offended by prices of nearly $40. He told me he refuses to pay over $19 for an oil change and that a lot of places in the U.S. run specials for oil changes between $15.95 to $19 you just have to pay attention.

Anyway he put a quart of oil into the engine, it didn't do the trick the van would not start. Then we sat there for about a minute and he grabbed his bike off the back of the van and gave me the keys to the van said he would be back. He began riding the bike on the narrow shoulder along the tollway toward a suburb of Chicago. When he got to the underpass he lifted the bike over the cement barrier and there was only one place where the grass was real steep about 40 feet down to the residential street. He worked his way down the steep embankment and then rode his bike with low air in his back tire quickly under the long bridge. After riding a half mile he finally reached a gas station off of 92nd street. This area was pretty tough. Gene was inside buying a gas can and a guy pulled up and put a dollar in the air hose to act like he was filling up his tires. Then along came another guy who tried to take Gene's bike, luckily the guy filling his tires tried to stop the other guy from taking the bike. Gene saw all of this going on so he ran outside without paying for the gas can to stop either person from taking his bike. Then he filled up the gas can, filled up his tire with air. And at the point the guy working at the gas station runs out and tells Gene he has to pay for the gas can. Gene gives the guy $10 and heads back.

When Gene gets back to the van he looks all sweaty. He rode against traffic on the tollway to get back. He puts the gas in the van and then says to me "Here is the moment of truth." At this point I am really hoping the van starts because otherwise we would have had to buy another vehicle. After a few tries Gene gets the van to start. We continue to the $4 toll and take the exit back to the same gas station. Gene wears his hood up with the strings tight. As hes filling the tank he tells me when you are in the hood always wear your hood up and they will not bother you cause they can't tell your age.

So then we get the oil changed and air the tires in the van. Even got a plug on one of the tires because it needed to be patched. We then head northbound through the jam packed rush hour traffic slowly approaching Wisconsin.

We eventually arrive in Eau Claire. Gene decided to drive by his Mom's house to show me where she lived. I could see his eyes tearing up a little bit. He really tried to hide it though.

We found a really nice room for only $204.30 for this week here in town. Had to go to bed last night without internet. After loading everything from the van into the room it was about 45 mins that had passed and Gene didn't want me to call the front desk to wake the lady up to get the password for the internet wi-fi.

I hate to admit but I actually chuckled when reading about Gene's adventure to the gas station. Picturing him riding that bike and such was pretty comical. Then pulling the hood up while in the "hood."

Just be there for him Rhea in his grieving process. He needs a shoulder to lean on and I know you will be a good friend to him in his time of need.
 
Rhea,

Glad to hear you guys made it with minimal problems.

So who's job was it to keep an eye on the fuel gauge? LOL At least it can be laughed about now.


I think you need to take care of Gene right now. Keep a good eye out on him.
 
Rhea,

Glad to hear you guys made it with minimal problems.

So who's job was it to keep an eye on the fuel gauge? LOL At least it can be laughed about now.


I think you need to take care of Gene right now. Keep a good eye out on him.

The fuel gauge has been a problem since before I met Gene, it registers as E once the tank is down to a quarter of the way full. Gene likes to ride it out thinking it still has plenty of gas, this would be the 2nd time we ran out of gas since I met him.
 
In the voice of Carl from slingblade, it ain't got no gas in it. Also putting on your hood in the hood is a good way to get suckered. Can't see or hear too good. I thought you two were street smart.
 
The fuel gauge has been a problem since before I met Gene, it registers as E once the tank is down to a quarter of the way full. Gene likes to ride it out thinking it still has plenty of gas, this would be the 2nd time we ran out of gas since I met him.

Well a 1/4 is empty. What's so hard about that?
 
Well a 1/4 is empty. What's so hard about that?

you are obviously a pot stirrer who enjoys negativity swirling around you.

given the circumstances of Gene and Rhea's trip back to Wisconsin, maybe you can summon the strength to STFU for a little while.

just a thought.

best,
brian kc
 
you are obviously a pot stirrer who enjoys negativity swirling around you.

given the circumstances of Gene and Rhea's trip back to Wisconsin, maybe you can summon the strength to STFU for a little while.

just a thought.

best,
brian kc

I sent my condolences but life goes on. I've buried quite a few of my loved ones. Has nothing to do with it. Yeah I like to stir this pot. I got banned off of here for asking a simple question so yeah I'm a lil salty. A ban means nothing to me, it's just the point. And if you haven't noticed, these people love attention good or bad. That's why they start these threads.
 
The fuel gauge has been a problem since before I met Gene, it registers as E once the tank is down to a quarter of the way full. Gene likes to ride it out thinking it still has plenty of gas, this would be the 2nd time we ran out of gas since I met him.

Well, nothing wrong with a little excitement on the road. LOL
 
you are obviously a pot stirrer who enjoys negativity swirling around you.

given the circumstances of Gene and Rhea's trip back to Wisconsin, maybe you can summon the strength to STFU for a little while.

just a thought.

best,
brian kc

Nice try KC, but morons are the last one's to know they are morons, hence why they be morons :)
 
I would say calling Rhea out as a transsexual is a bannable offense. good thing it means nothing to you.

That was going around and everyone was beating around the bush about it, so I asked a simple direct question. All I did was ask a person if they were a man or a woman. Have we come to a place in this country where this type of question is so bad? I wasn't trying to be mean. I just wanted to know. I got an std reply from Ray, I mean if someone asked me such a simple question, I would just say yeah I'm a man. I don't see what the big deal is. You are what you are. Why be ashamed no matter what or who you are? Everyone took it the wrong way so, if you's want a bad guy to hate, I figured why not me then. Cause I could care less.
 
I will let Johnny and Matt know they made the highlight reel.:thumbup:

You must have been hiding at Bailey's or somewhere else.
 

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, I mean if someone asked me such a simple question, I would just say yeah I'm a man. I don't see what the big deal is. You are what you are. Why be ashamed no matter what or who you are? Everyone took it the wrong way so, if you's want a bad guy to hate, I figured why not me then. Cause I could care less.

Well, to be fair, I'd be a little PO'd, embarrased, etc, if some woman came up to me and asked me if I were a gal ? Not quite the look I'm going for !!

Am I pretty sure my wife would be none too pleased if someone she never met, asked her if she were a dude?

I know, you are surprised that my wife would not take it as a compliment :rolleyes:
 
Goodbye RichieDickie! :thumbup:

Thanks Mr Moderator for cleaning out one from the sewer.

Now we can get back to riding flat bicycles through Baghdad. :grin-square:
 
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