And now, with heavy heart, emptied wallet, and PO'ed demeanor, the SITREP.

The Astro died on me, blown crankcase as near as I can tell, west of Flagstaff, AZ. No chance of repair, the junk-pile is being sold to Pick-A-Part once title clears. I end up back in Vegas, soul-killer job still waiting like a bear-trap with attitude. My silver will have to be sold off to make rent in new digs.

Nothing ventured, etc. Better vehicle next time, or ship everything out to a trusty party and then bus or fly out....

Kesephist