I may have no choice, actually.  The EM-50 Phantom Rambler is sick again.

I drove up The 101 north to Eureka because I thought this is where Ronald Regan went to school. It was Eureka, Ill. So, I have not found it.

I detoured to the scenic route known as the Avenue of the Giants and weaved my way between giant redwoods.  It was quite pleasant…until I stopped.  That is when my trusty steed purged all of its coolant.

I took it to the shop straightaway. Honest Engine. It has the kind of name that implies they are trustworthy while also making a wildly racist play on words. Everybody wins!

Unfortunately, like all auto shops everywhere, they were booked solid. They referred me to another shop that was booked solid til Thursday.  They to another…and so it went.

Eventually I found my way to Olde Town Auto Repair and they said they would take a look.

It has been several hours now.

My rig is old. If I can get it back on the road, it may be time to try to make it home.