This is for toorcon III. If you cannot see any images click here
An account of my trip and the objectives that I had and the results that I achieved as well as the nightmare of losing my car's engine on the road back and the efforts at its recovery will follow in a day or so.

	The motel I stayed in was a fleabag, and I soon noticed that the window was the type where 5" high sections of glass could be removed by bending the tabs that held them in place and sliding them up and out of the fixture. I rigged this setup, a sort of tripwire so that anyone attempting entry would knock the chair over and wake me up, allowing me the opportunity to provide the intruder the experience of looking down the barrel of my 9mm
	The place was clean but aged
	It is better than some places I have lived. This interesting bit of content apparently was interesting enough so that someone from Luqa, Malta, France with IP 193.252.148.209 came to visit on Aug 24, 2005 at 1841 hours local time
	Someone set up their wireless antenna to point to the bar down the way, apparently the bar had internet access
	Here is my laptop with the wireless pccard visible and newly installed BitchX UNIX IRC client. The laptopto the immediate right of mine, where the owner sits across the table from me. He and I thus were able to communicate with each other by typing on our keyboards.
	Here is the inside of a call box on the side of the highway at 2:45 AM about halfway between San Diego and home on I-5
	My car is another two miles down the road. Apparently the oil line to the oil cooler reached its maintenance cycle. The engine is toast.
	I rented a truck and a tow dolly to pick up the car and had a blowout on the rear wheel at 95 mph. I drove the truck another 30 miles to Lost Hills. This is still 2 miles short of where my car was stored.
	The truck and my car in front of my house. This shows the marks where the tire fragments beat the shit out of the side of the truck.
	A closeup of the body damage
	Another closeup