Stuck in Indiana.

The clutch on the truck finally went out. So we're stuck here in a hotel room until at least tomorrow night. He sort of bitched to Ray about how we just need a new truck. He more or less told us that we heel to talk to Ken Haynes (who handles truck assignments in Tunnel Hill). In other words, it's up to us. Fine by me. I'll send Ken a copy of that picture that shows how our drive tires don't even touch the ground when we're in the customer's dock in Chicago Heights.

Not that I expect it to do us much good.