The Beerfish Bus broke down right behind us. (Partly Whip It!'s fault; she was going so slow that it impeded the momentum of the bus, which was behind us.)

(Photo by Burford)

(Photo by Burford)
Engines and tempers cool all around. Beerfish & I speak in shrugs.

Luckily for Beerfish (and his bus full of passengers), their troubles were fixed simply by waiting. I think the bus was vaporlocked or something. We remained behind.

Justinian (the Armenian Rubber Man -- the original one, not the imitation) knows just how to get at those difficult bolts. He dismantled the carburetor, we cleaned it all out, and he headed out to pick up another load of Burning Man stuff back in Reno or SF or somewhere.
(Photo by Burford)
Unfortunately, the cleaning didn't help too much. Nevertheless, Whip It! managed to limp her 15 mph way into Gerlach for a tank of gas and some encouragement from the locals.