Death Valley Weekend and the Mojave Spaceport

Last weekend I took a trip with Zach and Sondy to Death Valley and the surrounding countryside. On the way there we stopped off at the Mojave Spaceport to check out the aircraft boneyard. Coming back from the valley of death we detoured out to Zzyzx and took the long way home along the Angeles Crest Highway.

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Zach driving the Mercedes.

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Sondy in the back seat.

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Approaching Vasquez Rocks.

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Look familiar?  Kirk and Spock battled many an enemy under these rocks.

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It’s a long way up from the parking lot.

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A young Kirk?

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Sondy on the summit waiting for her alternate time line Spock to arrive.

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Sondy got tired of waiting and decided to become Spock instead.

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Mojave Spaceport!

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Some old planes parked at the entrance as an advertisement.

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This MiG can be rented by the hour.  For $2400, you too can fly shotgun in a fighter jet.  Several are available for rental at the same time allowing for awesome dogfights.  One person even proposed to his girlfriend while they were dogfighting against each other.

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Some F-16’s sitting on the flight line.  The air force is too busy with the various wars to do their own testing so they loaned some jets out to a private company that does testing of new configurations for them.

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The MiG gets ready to take off.

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Somehow we stumbled onto a van tour of the Mojave Spaceport.  For five dollars each we got a 45 minute narrated jaunt through the aircraft and spaceships.

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BAE Systems has a big facility for retrofitting old fighter jets into target drones for missile testing.

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Some of the old jets parked outside being outfitted with drone equipment.

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Over in the aircraft boneyard.  This is where jets go to die.

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That “boat” was used in the filming of WaterWorld.

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For sale: one 747.  BYOEngines.

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The doors are left open to prevent mildew.

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The wrecked tail section and other bits are from the TV show Lost.

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The engine cowlings would make a nice planter box.

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MythBusters used this plane to test the shoe bomb myth.  Myth confirmed!

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A series of tubes.  The internet?

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This airplane is up on blocks.  Must have been in east LA.

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The first commercial passenger jet to be able to fly non-stop across the Atlantic.

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Some old fighters in storage.

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The storage area for planes that will be flown again.

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A Belgian cargo transport aircraft.  There were several of these sitting out in the desert.

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This is the famous Gimli Glider.

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The Nemesis shop.  The original Nemesis that set all of the records now sits in the Smithsonian.

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A Russian-built bi-plane.  It’s an An-2.  It can carry 12 passengers and 2 crew.

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An old French light fighter.  Evidently it’s a real bear to fly.

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Some old fighters waiting to be repaired and a Cessna.

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Scaled Composites hangar.  SpaceShipTwo or WhiteKnightTwo is inside.  The plane sitting outside is one of the chase planes.

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The F-16’s sitting outside.

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The control tower and Voyager Restaurant.

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The Rotary Rocket.  It didn’t work very well.

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Planes in the desert.

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Red Rocks Canyon.

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Long straight road across the desert.

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Randsburg, CA.

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Old mine shafts.

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The road down to Johannesburg, CA.

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Another long, straight road outside of Johannesburg.

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We hit Mach 0.14.

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A massive collection trailers in the desert.  This is a big ATV/off-road area.

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Zach was very happy to be driving his precision German touring auto.

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The chemical plant in Trona, CA.

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A radar site outside of Trona.  Jets fly low-altitude passes through this valley on the way to the bombing ranges.

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Looking out into the Panamint Valley.

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Driving by the radar installation on the way to Ballarat.

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The ghost town of Ballarat.

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That is supposedly Charles Manson’s last truck.

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I made it back!

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And we didn’t even break down!

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Driving up Wildrose Canyon Road.

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The oasis where I had to turn around the last time I went to Death Valley.

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Down toward Death Valley.

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Our first view of the valley.

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The Stovepipe Wells Sand Dunes.

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All my oxen died, too.

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Love that sand dune under-crust!

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Devil’s Cornfield.

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Another long road through the desert.

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The 20 mule team wagons outside Furnace Creek Ranch.

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The traction engine that replaced the mules.

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Sunset in the valley.

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Saving diesel in the desert.

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Watching the stars while being lit up by a single candle behind the camera.

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Zach’s tent is on the right.  Sondy was in my tent on the left with her red LED.

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Moonrise over the desert.

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Zach next to his trusty steed.

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The moon really lit things up!

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Morning at the Mesquite Springs Campground.

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Some Flor de Cana 4 year gold rum is the only way to start the morning.

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The road to Ubehebe Crater.

Driving in Death Valley can be very fun!

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Ubehebe Crater.

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Little Ubehebe Crater.

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Sondy looking good on the crater rim.

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Running down the crater felt a little like what Evan and I did in El Salvador.

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A cute little lizard.

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On the way to Scotty’s Castle.

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Sondy followed the creek up to its source.  A pipe coming out of the ground.

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The desert at high speeds.

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Salt Creek.  We went here to look for Death Valley Pupfish.

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None were found because the creek had retreated too far up the canyon.

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Another 20 mule team wagon assembly at the Harmony Borax Works.

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Where cottonball borax comes from.

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Driving through Mustard Canyon.

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This was Sondy’s default riding position.

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Sondy discovered she could use my shirt as a dress.

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Going up Artist’s Drive.

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Back down toward the valley.

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Badwater Basin.

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Way up on that hill there is a sign that marks where sea level is.

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There it is!

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The air is appreciably thicker when you’re this far below sea level.  You can hear someone talking much farther away than normally would be the case.

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At 45C our shirts automatically opened to keep us cool.

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A roller coaster of a drive out of the valley.

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Shoreline Butte where you can see evidence of the old lake that once filled the valley.

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An old ore processing facility.

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Looking up the road to the mountain where the ore used to come from.

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Out by Tecopa.

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Another radar array of some sort in the desert.

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Yet another long, straight road.

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At Zzyzx, CA.

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The Boulevard of Dreams.

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Our trusty vehicle.

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We found some interesting vehicles on a flatbed at a truck stop.

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A big cement plant on Route 66 outside Victorville.

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Joshua trees in the desert.

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Sunset on Highway 18.  We drove on to Highway 2, the Angeles Crest Highway.  Our fine German touring auto took us up and over the mountains, and back down to Pasadena.  If only my Taurus was as efficient and reliable!

Desert Auto Adventure

This past Friday I got the itch to get out of the LA basin. It was only four days into my stint in Pasadena and I already wanted to escape! Having been unsuccessful in finding anyone who wanted to go for an adventure during our first weekend on the CalTech campus, I loaded up the car with a few things and set off on my own.

The first destination was the Angeles Forest Highway.  It’s a winding, twisty road that cuts up and over the top of the Angeles Mountains to the east of Pasadena.  If only I had a motorcycle!

Heading up the base of the Angeles Forest highway
Heading up the base of the Angeles Forest highway
Looking out into the LA basin
Looking out into the LA basin
That dark line running across the middle of the picture is the smog layer
That dark line running across the middle of the picture is the smog layer
The road was carved out of the side of the mountains
The road was carved out of the side of the mountains

As you can see in the video, this road would be an absolute blast to drive with a good motorcycle!  The road cleanup signs along the way all represented different motorcycle clubs.

There really are trees above LA!
There really are trees above LA!
I got my first taste of the desert in the eastern foothills of the Angeles mountains
I got my first taste of the desert in the eastern foothills of the Angeles mountains

Welcome to California City

Welcome to California City!  The city stretches over 203 square miles and has about 12000 people living in it.  That’s right.  It’s the fourth or fifth biggest city by square miles in the USA but it has almost no people.  It’s a failed land development scheme from the 50’s.

The main road just outside of downtown California City becomes a little more tenuous
The main road just outside of downtown California City becomes a little more tenuous

There are hundreds of miles of roads just like that one crisscrossing the desert.  No one built on almost any of the land yet it is still all within the city limits.  The roads have all fallen into such disrepair that only expert Ford Taurus rally drivers should attempt them.

One of the main boulevards in California City
One of the main boulevards in California City
One of the many roads to forever in the desert.  This was on the Trona Road.
One of the many roads to forever in the desert. This was on the Trona Road.
Coming into the town of Westend outside of Trona I happened upon a large mineral refining operation
Coming into the town of Westend outside of Trona I happened upon a large mineral refining operation
There were these strange pipes running along the side of the road for several miles.  They connected one processing plant with another.  The air smelled sulfuric.
There were these strange pipes running along the side of the road for several miles. They connected one processing plant with another. The air smelled sulfuric.
Looking out from the pass on the Trona Wildrose Road into the Panamint Valley.  It was already pushing well above 100 degrees when I stopped to take this photo.
Looking out from the pass on the Trona Wildrose Road into the Panamint Valley. It was already pushing well above 100 degrees when I stopped to take this photo.
There is a Radar installation out in the middle of the Panamint Valley.  It serves the approach to the China Lake Naval Weapons Center.  When I was quite young my parents and I had pulled over near this spot for lunch.  We got quite the airshow from two fighter jets doing a sub-100 foot pass down the valley.
There is a Radar installation out in the middle of the Panamint Valley. It serves the approach to the China Lake Naval Weapons Center. When I was quite young my parents and I had pulled over near this spot for lunch. We got quite the airshow from two fighter jets doing a sub-100 foot pass down the valley.

I should also note that right after I took this picture and got back on the road a white unmarked truck came up behind me out of nowhere and turned off down the gravel road toward the Radar installation.  It seems that even in the middle of nowhere certain facilities are well monitored.

Also down the Radar access road is the abandoned town of Ballrat.  Evidently about 300 people camp out in the ruins during the winter months.  In the summer one or two people try to make money off the poor wayward tourist who finds the ghost town.  I’m sure the government loves all those people driving by their Radar site.

Another 15 or so miles up the road I was passed by an F-16 flying down the canyon toward the Radar site.  It was bristling with bombs.  Not quite as impressive as when I was a little kid but still pretty neat to see a jet roar down the canyon!

The entrance sign to Death Valley National Park on the Wildrose Canyon road
The entrance sign to Death Valley National Park on the Wildrose Canyon road

Another 10 or 15 miles up this road the canyon starts.  Shortly after the entrance I stopped to take a photo.  The temperature in the canyon felt like it was around 120 degrees.  All of the dark rock was reflecting the heat.

Something smelled a bit funny.  I looked under my car and saw the transmission bleeding all over the ground!  It wasn’t a little drip.  It was like I was pouring a quart bottle of transmission fluid on the ground.

Deciding the better course of valor was to turn around and get onto a road that people actually routinely use, I navigated a five-point turn and took off back the way I came.  The canyon is very narrow at least in its early stages.  Two cars wouldn’t be able to pass.

At the road junction I decided to head for Panamint Springs, 30 or so miles away, in the hopes that I would find cellphone reception or at least some automatic transmission fluid.  The only thing I found there was a jug of water in case I broke down and had to wait a few hours for a tow truck.  By this point I was on the main road plied by many tourists.  And I was getting occasional white clouds of smoke behind my car as the transmission fluid would hit my catalitic converter.

The first cellphone reception I got was about 20 miles outside of Lone Pine.  Thinking that I should consult someone who knows things about cars, I called up Dan to get his opinion.  From what I described, he thought it might have just been a radiator hose.

The Sierra Nevada mountain range as seen from the Owens Valley
The Sierra Nevada mountain range as seen from the Owens Valley

In Lone Pine, about 90 miles from where I initially detected the problem, I pulled into the only service station in town.  The clerk at the gas station in Panamint Springs had suggested I try the place.  The next closest repair shop was in Independence, another 20 minutes away.

The sign for the repair shop that I stopped at.  Miller's Towing and Tires is the only place for miles and miles that can repair a car.
The sign for the repair shop that I stopped at. Miller's Towing and Tires is the only place for miles and miles that can repair a car.
The garage at Miller's Towing is an old Quonset hut.  Out back they have a few car lifts and to the side they have a bunch of wrecked cars waiting to go to the scrap yard.
The garage at Miller's Towing is an old Quonset hut. Out back they have a few car lifts and to the side they have a bunch of wrecked cars waiting to go to the scrap yard.

We pulled my car up onto a lift in the back and took a look underneeth.  At first a large stream of water started flowing out of it.  That was quickly traced to the condenser on my air conditioning unit.  Next we looked at the drip coming from my transmission.  The source was the seal around the transmission oil pump.  It was leaking.

The puddle of fluid under the car when we lifted it into the air.
The puddle of fluid under the car when we lifted it into the air.
It was coming from somewhere up there.
It was coming from somewhere up there.

We dropped the car back down off the lift and I pulled it around front.  The mechanic went to the office to pull out a few books to see how long it would take to replace the seal.  The book said it would take nine hours because the engine and transmission both would have to be removed from the car.  At their labor rate, it would cost me $700 for labor.  Parts would only run $50.  Further, they couldn’t actually do the work until Monday.

Fearing a huge bill and a lengthy stay in Lone Pine, I called around to a few people to get opinions on what I should do.  Dan thought that I should dump the car and take the bus back to LA.  My parents thought that I should have the shop fix it.  Emily helped me find the value of my car.  Here’s a hint.  It’s not worth anything with a bum transmission!

After a while the shop owner came back and took a look at it himself.  He told me that I could either pay them $750 and have it done by sometime next week or that I could wait until it got cool in the evening, put a bunch of transmission fluid in it, and try to drive it back to Los Angeles.  Evidently he has seen this same problem many times before on many different cars.  In extreme temperatures and under extreme conditions (read: steep roads, high speeds, etc.), the transmission seals will start to bleed fluid.  Since I had made it as far as I did, he figured that the seal would reseat itself when it had a chance to cool down.  He suggested that I not drive so long and in such harsh conditions with the car in the future.

The option of waiting till nightfall was much more appealing than the alternative of being stuck in Lone Pine, missing work, and having to shell out a lot of money.  I paid the shop $40 for their time and expert advice and walked the mile into Lone Pine.  There was a NAPA that just happened to sell automatic transmission fluid.

In Lone Pine I found the NAPA auto parts store and bought every quart of Mercon 5 automatic transmission fluid they had.  It only amounted to eight quarts!  I also procured a funnel and some fix-a-leak stuff for my transmission.  Outside the shop there were two classic Harley Davidson motorcycles from the mid 50’s and early 60’s.  The owner of the parts store and his buddy rode off on them as I walked down the road.  I wish I had gotten a picture.  They really were badass bikers just like in the movies.

On my way back to the mechanics garage I stopped in at the Mount Whitney Restaurant.  They gave me some strange looks when I walked in carrying a box full of transmission fluid and a funnel.  I ordered a cherry malt, a burger topped with chili and bacon, and some onion rings.

My dinner at the Mount Whitney Restaurant
My dinner at the Mount Whitney Restaurant

After a long hot walk back to the car I settled in to wait for the sun to set behind the mountains.  The wind had picked up a bit which eased the temperature down into the 90’s.  As the sun sank I decided it was time to put in the fluid and try to make a break for Los Angeles.

Getting ready to put in four quarts of transmission fluid and a quart of fix-a-leak
Getting ready to put in four quarts of transmission fluid and a quart of fix-a-leak

The next part of my journey can better be described by watching the videos below.  Looking back at these videos I noticed that I seem to start almost all of them by saying “well…”  In the future I’ll try to avoid that.

After all the adventure and excitement I managed to make it back to LA without being broken down on the side of the road.  Had I broken down where I first noticed the problem, I probably still would be there waiting for someone to come along and rescue me.  That is if I had survived the heat of the day.  In other words, I would have been vulture food!

This morning I went out to my car to see if it was still leaking fluid.  It looked as if about an ounce of fluid had dripped off of the car overnight.  I had used a small piece of cardboard under the drip spot to gauge how much had come out.

The cardboard scrap had soaked up most of the transmission fluid that dripped during the night
The cardboard scrap had soaked up most of the transmission fluid that dripped during the night

I watched the drip point for about ten minutes and didn’t see any more drops come out.  It appears that at the very least, the leak has been slowed down enough that I should be able to make it back to Oregon in the fall for a transmission repair.  Rick appears to have an uncle with a good shop where he and I both can work on our leaking cars in September.

After this car trouble I have a new dilemma.  Can I trust the car to take me on outings during the rest of the summer?  I really want to get back over toward Death Valley to explore more of the vast nothingness.  Vegas isn’t that far away on the freeway and I would really like to go check it out.  All sorts of activities within LA require a car to reach.  Can I trust my car to not leave me stranded?

For those interested, I have sketched out the route I took.  It was just about right on 500 miles.  Had I not had my troubles, I would still be in Death Valley checking out the sights and saying “damn it sure is hot.”  All of this auto excitement reminds me of when I went with a few friends into the deserts of Tunisia in a rented Peugeot 206.

My Route Map