I had just talked to my best friend, as I was emotionally heavy from my recent break-up and then I talked to my Mom for a bit. This is what I need; I assured myself, this road trip. Everything was going to be OK. As soon as I hung up the phone I noticed the air coming from the vents started to blow at a neutral temperature. I’m passing through Lac Cruces, New Mexico and it’s 106 degrees. The air got hotter. No, no NO! Shit! Poop!
I pulled into the first little dirt town; name is escaping me. Fortunately it was about 3pm and businesses were still open. I went to a place 1 mile away and pulled in to a chain-link fenced dirt driveway where there was a 2-car garage workshop. A man greeted me in his 50s and I explained to him the issue, he ran some pressure hoses and said it was most likely my compressor. He said it would probably cost $300-$500 to fix. What?! I definitely didn’t want to leave it there to be repaired. I paid him and said “Thank you” for the diagnosis and headed for the next major city, Tucson.
Back on the road, 4pm-ish and the air was spewing out like a blow dryer on high heat. I had no choice to but to keep it on. I tried rolling down the windows but, it was loud and super gusty winds were crossing I-10. Without the A/C on was worse, I felt like I was trapped in an airless box. I had no choice. I just had to let it drip. It was waaay too hot and far to make it to my cousin’s in San Diego. I couldn’t take anymore of the desert heat. I rolled into Tucson right before sunset and found a cute 50’s motel that reminded me of Miami. It was pretty vacant and had a pool. Perfect.
The next day I spent most of the day in the hotel lobby, drinking the free coffee and trying to fix my blog. It was a technical disaster. A month before the road trip I thought it would be a keen idea to get an intern and have them give my blog a cosmetic upgrade, it turned out to be a nightmare and I ended up having to fix everything on my own. In addition, I was making several phone calls to auto shops and even Honda dealerships to see how much a new compressor would be. My answer: Not, $300-$500 like Mr. mom and pop shop assumed but, $900-$1200! Sweet Jesus! I had to get to San Diego. I called my cousin and told him I was coming in late… and stinky. This sucks. This was a sign of the shit storm to come.