Well, things were going well... emphasis on 'were'.
We'd been making pretty good time since leaving Oklahoma City, driving in like 4 hour shifts. Switching over when we'd stop for gas or to get food or something. Whenever the car was already stopped, anyway.
Logan was probably thrilled I was actually letting him drive today. I don't know, it wasn't that I didn't trust his driving abilities, I just questioned his ability to follow the map and not attempt to find some sort of shortcut that would get us lost God knows where. Really very glad to know I didn't have to worry so much. He either actually wanted to follow the directions or he did it so that I wouldn't wake up and wonder where the hell we were for more than half a second.
I'd been driving for about three hours, Logan sound asleep in the passenger seat, and looking completely adorable while he was doing it, for the record, and we were a little under a half hour outside of Virgina Beach when I noticed blue smoke coming out the tailpipe. We're burning oil. Great. Not exactly a shock for how hard we've pushed this car considering what I paid for it.
If that was the only thing wrong, we would have been fine until we at least got to a hotel. Except that the second I thought that was pretty much the moment there was a weird thunk noise followed by steam, possibly smoke from under the hood. "No...no...come on..." I muttered under my breath, pulling the car over and putting on the blinkers in the hopes that somebody would at least ask us if we needed help. I really didn't want to waste one of the disposable cell phones just to call information and then another to call a tow truck. "Stupid piece of crap car." I stated, entirely annoyed. We were a half hour outside town. It wasn't supposed to die yet.
"Logan? Wake up..." I started gently. "The car's uh... kinda dead."
Logan was probably thrilled I was actually letting him drive today. I don't know, it wasn't that I didn't trust his driving abilities, I just questioned his ability to follow the map and not attempt to find some sort of shortcut that would get us lost God knows where. Really very glad to know I didn't have to worry so much. He either actually wanted to follow the directions or he did it so that I wouldn't wake up and wonder where the hell we were for more than half a second.
I'd been driving for about three hours, Logan sound asleep in the passenger seat, and looking completely adorable while he was doing it, for the record, and we were a little under a half hour outside of Virgina Beach when I noticed blue smoke coming out the tailpipe. We're burning oil. Great. Not exactly a shock for how hard we've pushed this car considering what I paid for it.
If that was the only thing wrong, we would have been fine until we at least got to a hotel. Except that the second I thought that was pretty much the moment there was a weird thunk noise followed by steam, possibly smoke from under the hood. "No...no...come on..." I muttered under my breath, pulling the car over and putting on the blinkers in the hopes that somebody would at least ask us if we needed help. I really didn't want to waste one of the disposable cell phones just to call information and then another to call a tow truck. "Stupid piece of crap car." I stated, entirely annoyed. We were a half hour outside town. It wasn't supposed to die yet.
"Logan? Wake up..." I started gently. "The car's uh... kinda dead."