Jan.1, 2000, the North River, MA
Went for a midnight canoe ride with Bandit as the new century began. We'll paddle in from the
ocean with the tide in the morning and hit the road. No more New England winter's for Bandit.
March, 2000, New Mexico
Walked here from San Diego pushing Bandit in a three wheeled stroller I customized to camp
with, but the heat and the journey are taking their toll on Bandit. Though he often hops out and rounds around for part
of the day it is becoming more difficult for him to eat.
April 3rd, 2000, Pecos, Tx
I need to cancel the rest of the trip. Bandit's not going to make it across the country and I don't want his life
ending out here on the road in some strange place.
April 5, 2000
Woke up in the bushes of the El Paso International
Airport. Bandit's dying. I hitch-hiked here from Pecos carrying him.
Taking the advice of the trucker, Doug, who dropped us off here I'm going to
rent a car the rest of the way to San Diego to get the truck. The border patrol and police in this part
of the country aren't too friendly.
El Paso, TX
Bandit's gone, so is Tricia. Lost the truck's rear drive shaft in a snow bank along with
reverse. Heading south in four-wheel-low to find some place warm to edit the movie.
Hit a blizzard in NYC. It was a white out. Abandoned cars littered the sides of the freeway, the toll boths were closed, I
just drove right
through them, many times the truck was at a crawl with me praying we didn't lose momentum with no reverse I'd be done. Managed
to get a few car lengths behind a plow on the NJ Turnpike and followed it right out of the metropolis. When I stopped for gas
somewhere in Virginia where people were wearing shorts and t-shirts, there was snow and ice still on the Blazer. I'm just outside
Savanah. I've got about three hours to make it to the Gulf of Mexico before midnight with the truck toppin' out at 55mph in
low, the only gear I've got left. It's possible.