One other thought:
I've encountered a lot of good, decent human beings on this trip. People who have helped and encouraged me from as far away as Germany, Britain, and Australia. Heck, I even watched the Super Bowl with the same railroad police that detained me (briefly) outside Needles.
Only one time did I feel done wrong by: apparently if one gets their U-Haul stuck in a sand wash then they were clearly off the road and hence "off-roading." U-Haul does not permit "off-roading" and will refuse to reimburse any roadside assistance (even if you purchased their "worry free" insurance). Consider yourselves forewarned.
In truth if that's the worst treatment I got over the course of this whole misadventure, then it says something pretty good about folks. I've hitchhiked on cement trucks, been handed cash, had near-strangers volunteer labor, accept post-dated checks, give me magazines while I waited for parts (thanks G. Runt - no kiddin' that's what the address box said), and best of all got a piece of pie from an older couple who "heard I'd just left the service." Apparently the diner waitress who scored me some NyQuil in Seligman can't keep a secret!
Steel Soldiers provided every reference I needed to get the work done, and I am grateful to everyone who voiced their support for this lunatic voyage along the way.
-Joe
"Quitters never win and winners never quit. Still, if you never win and never quit, you should really stop and think about this. . ."