As the crew visits thrift stores run by retarded folks around town (and Tara photographs a man who has a crude Nike "swoosh" tattooed on his forearm), mechanics discover kingpin joint in van #2 front suspension has given out, and brake lines are just about to fall apart. It appears there was a good chance of losing a front wheel. But all is repaired... or so it seems... and the vans make a jubilant escape from Elko (is there any escape... from Elko?) at dusk. But... the sway problem returns only 2 miles from town.

Both vans turn around and...return to Elko.

At this point, a different mechanic notices that the tire place had put on the wrong size tires and mismatched the front and back ("if any of MY guys had done that, I would have fired them"). Yet another set of tires is now installed as well as a fresh set of shock absorbers; the crew reprises their attempt at an escape from the sleepy, all-white town of Elko. This time they succeed.

ELKO DRUNKEN BUM: Wasn't Negativland surprised to stumble into our Qualipy^TM Inn room and find this miscreant sucking on a cool one in the back corner! We gave her a copy of Pastor Dick's Flagship Faith magazine and sent her on her way to the shelter.