Sorry dudes, we haven't turned the key yet. We know the suspense was killing you, but as Anthony's brother advised, we're not going to rush just to satisfy you ravenous bastards. You'll just have to wait another day or so. (Sorry about that bastards crack.)

The good news, though, is that it's pretty much ready to go. We have to put oil in, transmission oil too, and get the transmission mount altered so it'll fit properly and we'll be crankin'. Tomorrow should be the big day. Even if they ache from doing it for 3 days, keep your fingers crossed.

Anthony's parents have leisurely caught up with our cross-country adventure merely by rolling out of bed 16 days after we left their house and driving 2.5 hours. We're taking the scenic route.

Steve, pictured, was chomping at the bit to slip on some coveralls and crawl under the car with Anthony. He was instrumental in getting the exhaust refitted, and we thank him.

Tomorrow: rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr-rrrrr-?????.