On the way to the old apartment today to clean it up for tomorrow's landlord inspection, my old Honda petered out at the corner of 24th and Castro. Woe is me. The afternoon was spent tracking down someplace to get it serviced and trying to get it there. I was helped by a very nice towtruck guy named Eddie; Mission Bay Tows charges a flat-rate $40 in San Francisco. I thought it would be much more.

The old Honda may have seen its last. It's a mite hard to be grumpy about it: the old beast had 192k miles and the engine has been ominously "shuddering" for a month.

A crappy day, all in all. But Salto is hitting the road soon!

Get ready for the Salto travelblog: home to the midwest to see Mom and Dad, and then ten days in New York City. I lived in NYC from 1997-2000 and there are a ton of people I've neglected. And, as a special bonus, I'll be there for the grand fiasco of the Republican National Convention, which is takin place from August 29th to September 2.

Check back often for travelblog goodies and scuttlebutt on what's happening on the street as the Brownshirt Party tries their best to exploit 9/11.

And Salto's still gonna get a makeover, soon as I really figure out CSS. It's slow going.