We woke up on a wind farm in West Texas. We were finally heading into the Southwest, after spending all winter and early spring in the Southeast. Spirits were high. We hit the road. Shortly thereafter, our TPMS went off. Nosediving pressure in the tow dolly tire. We pulled over on the side of the two lane highway. Almost out of Texas. Almost. “Yep, it’s a flat,” I told Eugene. “Oh, so it’s going to be one of THOSE days,” he said. Without too much drama, we unloaded the Bug, chased to the nearest gas station about 20 miles away, and changed the tire. “That could’ve been a LOT worse,”…