I'm only going to give a brief update because it is 3:00 in the morning. My carburetor petered out tonight. I was delivering four video entries for a film festival that is being held in the San Fernando Valley.

Too make a long story short, my car stalled, wouldn't start, and I wandered for close to an hour looking for the address of the place to drop the videos off at.

A cop car pulled up and they ended up driving me the final 250 feet (thanks guys) to the house. The darn streets had so many winds and curves AND DEAD ENDS that I probably walked over two miles (including back tracking a few times) to find the place.

I got to sit in the back of the cop car. But first I was checked for weapons, and then I was told to watch my head as I got in. Very important, you really can bang your head getting into the back seat. Also you can't really sit straight ahead, you have to kind of sit at an angle, not too comfortable actually.

The police even called Triple A for me.

Well, I think it's time to rip that carburetor off of it's mounts and mail it to the rebuild guy.