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Before arriving at Flagstaff, Buddy and Joe stopped by the visitor's center at the Petrified Forest National Park. Once again, the shrewd trader in Joe came out because they decided not to actually pay the money to see the forest, but to only go to the gift shop.
After that, they stopped in Flagstaff to eat some Jack-in-the-box©, and to get some gas at a 76© station.
The stop in Flagstaff would have been completely uneventful if they hadn't broken down 30 miles out of town. I could get into all of the gory details that ensued during the first couple of days that they were stuck there while they had to plot on what to do while the ENTIRE transmission on Buddy's car was being replaced and fixed, but there isn't enough room in this website.
Let's just say that Joe's sister paid for Greyhound bus tickets to spend some of the waiting time in Las Vegas. She also connected us with a nice man named Colby who put the more expensive pieces of Buddy's furniture in storage for them. (Thanks Colby!) Even then, when they returned, they had to wait another day before Buddy's car was returned to him.
That last day was certainly one to remember. Three words . . . see the picture. Other than the spine-tingling terror that was "El Pueblo", there was a fun little spot called Jitterz Java, where the guys had a little solace in the sheer horror that was then thought to be Flagstaff. The coffee and food were good too. Joe and Buddy recommend the ham sandwich.
When they left, they were very jubilant, and never intended on returning to that town again (The skiing may be quite nice, or so we've heard).