Autographed copies of Adventures with the Mojave Phone Booth are now available!
We headed northward through Nevada until Whip It! began to feel "funny." Not "funny, ha-ha." No. I was not laughing.

It was slow-&-go much of the way. At one point, in the mountains, Whip It! got stuck in the sand, and Kris had to yank her out with his rented minivan. It was hot as hell. It was a hell of a day. Even at her best, Whip It! lacks one thing: air conditioning. But that was the least of my troubles at this point.

Finally, in a warehouse store parking lot in Fallon, Nevada -- little more than a hundred miles from the playa-- Whip It! wouldn't go any more.

I phoned Mechanic Stan. It was the call he dreaded. We fiddled with stuff. I phoned Stan again. It was after six, so Fallon was basically closed. We got parts from a truck stop mechanic guy whose shop was closed. (Thanks, guy.) They did not help. We spent the night in Fallon.

The next day we made it nearly to Fernley, when she conked again. The fellow in the maroon shirt had offered help the previous night in Fallon. He got the thing going & we headed towards Gerlach. He would turn up yet again when Whip It! was stuck on I-80 a week later on the way out of Burning Man. But I guess I've given away the fact that Whip It!'s troubles were far from over at this point...
FAR from over. In fact, they lasted all day. Which is how long it took us to travel that last hundred miles to Burning Man. Yep. Most of the day, our little caravan looked pretty much as in the photos below:

(Photo by Burford)

(Photo by Burford)
Whip It! confounds things further, as Krishna, Pyramid Lake, and a rusted out victim of the Nevada Desert look on in dismay.