After Alan felt a little better we decided to push on to El Paso, Texas. On the way the bloody car clapped out in temperatures of up to 110 f on the blacktop. At a place called Truth or Consequences we called the AAA and had the car tabletopped to Las Cruces. A guy at a Honda dealership there, said to put wooden clothes pegs on the metal part of the fuel line feeding the injectors. He reckoned that it was heat evaporation causing the problem. We followed his advice and limped on to El Paso, where Al had a rumble guts relapse so we booked into a very seedy hotel. The hotel was built in 1959 and at that time was top class but it had long seen better days and commanded a hefty $27.00 a night. While the air conditioning worked and it was clean there was a very large mysterious stain on the bathroom floor that we deduced was the blood stain from a drug deal gone bad, backed up by a huge piece of plywood covering the absent window in the bedroom and frequent patrol visits to the car park by the local sherriff.
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