I could write a book on today, eventually I will, but here's the short version. So, this morning I woke up in a Louisiana monsoon dedicated to figure out the overheating issue. After walking to two parts stores that said they had a coolant pressure test in stock, and didn't, Dutch and I proceeded to call everywhere in town and keep on walking in the rain. Good thing I was wearing board shorts haha, after an 8 mile round trip we finally found one at the Napa autoparts in Lake Charles. So with the pressure tester and a hydrocarbon test kit we went to town on the rig. Pumped up the pressure test and bam, didn't lose a single psi of pressure over 20 minutes. Hydrocarbon test passed as well, so in positive hopes I ruled out a head gasket. Started tearing down the coolant system, got the radiator flushed out and cleaned, and then pulled the water pump. Well, I found something very interesting when I cracked open the water pump. It's supposed to have 6 impeller blades to move the coolant through the system, it only had two left. This is when I was approached by two older gentleman in their mid 70's that were cruising the town, to my amazement they both crawled up in the hood of Granny and started wrenching with me. We talked about the world, women, and life. These mens attitudes definitely lifted my spirits after a soggy rough morning. In time one of the gentleman noticed some frayed wires on my electric fan harness and went to his truck and pulled the one he had wired up in his own personal vehicle he had driven there. He explained to me, "I'm a quarter mile from the house son, and you need it more than I do. I've got an extra one in the garage and it'll give me something to do tomorrow." Amazed by his generosity I continued to wrench on the truck, shortly there after they had to leave to meet their wives for dinner and we exchanged handshakes and my deep thank yous and the world moved on. I continued to keep working in the muggy Deep South heat, being outside an auto parts store came definitely came in handy as the wonderful women inside kept bringing Dutch water and asked if I was okay as I made a few trips in for various tools and supplies. When closing time approached I had almost finished up the water pump, the last of the employees were taking out the trash when I noticed the new radiator I had purchased wasn't the correct size. Should've checked earlier, but again, to my amazement one of the women came back from her house across town opened up the store and spent an hour running part numbers and checking sizes in the warehouse to see if they had an exact fit, they didn't, so she gave me a refund and wished me the best. So I flushed the hell out of the old radiator, reinstalled the electric fans and wired up the new harness the older gentleman had given me earlier. In high hopes I reinstalled everything, checking it over repeatedly to make sure my work was on point. Everything seemed to be perfect as I filled the radiator with new coolant and might excitement grew. I cranked it up, and no leaks, the system was working perfectly. I did a couple laps around town and some highway pulls and checked fluids again, perfect. It was time to get back on the road, so we fueled up and rode out. She ran cold, taking it easy on the old girl we proceeded past the 50, 75, 100 mile mark, no problems whatsoever. I then merged off the highway in Baton Rouge and the temperature gauge began to climb, as we rolled into the truck stop for coffee and food it redlined as I pulled into the gas pump. Quickly shutting if off and cracking the hood to inspect, all of the 4.5 gallons of coolant was gone from the radiator and the engine seized. I'd like to also thank the four truckers that helped tow Granny to the back of the big rig lot where they said they'll check in on me in the morning and if there was anything they could do to help to let me know. This world is still filled with amazing people, they're out there, have a positive outlook and a smile on your face and they'll be drawn to you. Even in the worst of situations. So, in the morning I'll catch a tow to a local shop and see what the damage will be. Running low on funds and energy, I can only hope for the best. These last 8 years of heavy traveling and seeing the country has ltaught me one thing, there has to be lows to embrace the highs. As of now, Dutch and I are in a loves truckstop parking lot sharing curly fries and trying to figure out our next move. I'd like to thank all of you that have supported my crazy ideas and travels over the last few years. Also I'd like to thank the two gentlemen today, the wonderful women at napa, and the awesome truckers that all looked out for a stranger in need. Take a lesson from these folks people, pay it forward. I know I will. I may be finding a job in the baton rogue area to try and get back up and running again, if anyone has any leads of a place Dutch and I could stay please send it my way. And the verdict came in, it's gonna cost me over $2,000 for repairs and lodging until I can get the truck fixed up to get back on the road. The shop can't even get to it for two or three days and then another estimated two or three days to get it all fixed up. This amazing adventure came to a stand still and I'm stuck. I can't leave Dutch in the truck to work, she'll fry without AC in the dirty south heat. I just wanna get home so I can rebuild and keep on keepin' on. Anything will help and I surely appreciated all the love and support y'all have given me already. Thank You everyone for your support and motivational comments!