Ok, ok. It didn’t literally blow up. But it did suddenly begin smoking and I guess the diagnosis is that it threw a piston bearing. I’m not sure what that is, but I do know it smelled like hell and IS NOT COOL. Luckily we were only about 2 1/2 hours from my aunt and uncle’s house in Georgia, and after a very sweaty night sleeping in the van at a mechanics, and a very sweaty day spent in the mechanics dirty, dirty office, they were able to find a vehicle with a tow hitch and rescue us and out trailer-o-crap. Triple A does not cover towing for your trailer. Just the vehicle. Soooo. . .
Now we are in Georgia, and our van is in South Carolina nearby, in a shop, getting fixed (under warranty. Dang month-old engine.) And we still couldn’t find any apartments in New York via the web. Too expensive. So we are coming back to California once the van is fixed, or maybe even before that. For now it’s just nice to be with family; safe, showered, cool and relaxed.
Not to say we wont try again. It was, one must admit, a bold venture, and we learned quite a bit about ourselves and our country. But, our financial situation must be a bit thicker before New York City is an option for us. Now we know I guess!
The Pacific is way awesomer anyways 😉