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points where soldiers want to check the car. These guys look to be 17, and carrying big carbines in the hot sun looks to be a burden. They want to see in glove compartment and trunk, because that is where a dumb Gringo will put a gun. Every so often they find some guy heard stories about bandidos and brought a gun with him. That is the big no no. Such things can find their way to criminals or Zapatistas. In any event, if such an Americano is smart he will immediately bribe all 8 guys with a month's salary each or most of his possessions, and flee the country. I enjoy chatting with them, and they like a break from a boring job.
The car can barely go uphill, sometimes requiring 1st gear, but on the flat, 55 is easy, just no acceleration. The approach to Tijuana is a long steep grade we barely navigate in 1st, but that is the last
hurdle. We get home just before dark after 9 hours of driving. Next morning I see I have compression in only 2 cylinders. Go buy a manual and get out the tools. 3 days later, engine head removal reveals no
partition between cylinder 3 and 4 on the gasket. I should have this puppy back on the road by Tuesday.
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