Scott was out in the shed at the airstrip when his cellular vibrated in his pocket. He picked it up and saw as he brought it up to his ear past his face that it was Lana.
\n\t\u201cHey, Babe, what\u2019s up.\u201d
\n\t\u201cScottie, my car\u2019s dumped all of its antifreeze. I was out shopping, then I thought I\u2019d take a drive. I got as far as Salem. I hit a dive, had a drink, and when I got to my car on the other end, I found this big puddle under it. I thought I\u2019d check with my favorite gear head to see if he thought it was ok to drive it back to Parkersburg.\u201d
\n\t\u201cNope. You\u2019ll warp the head, if you haven\u2019t already. Has it been overheating?\u201d
\n\t\u201cYes. I meant to tell you about that.\u201d
\n\t\u201cFuck! Now you tell me!\u201d
\n\t\u201cScottie, don\u2019t yell. I\u2019m stuck. I guess I need to be rescued.\u201d
\n\t\u201cRight. Well, I\u2019ll wrap up out here and get to it then. You\u2019ll have to keep yourself entertained. Beat it back to that bar and have another slug or two. But don\u2019t get so shitfaced that you can\u2019t deal with some very batshit driving.\u201d
\n\t\u201cOK. Thanks. I\u2019ll owe ya.\u201d
\n\t\u201cYeah.\u201d
\nIt was now after dark. She walked back the way she\u2019d came to the little bar. She immediately fell back into her fantasy. It would spill out into Amy Tells All as soon as the long night of driving and filling the radiator with water was complete. It took Scott a few hours to get to her. He found her in all her allure, absolutely alone in the rural bar. He popped the hood of the Honda and with a flashlight that he asked her to hold, and snapped off the radiator cap. He took the flashlight and peered.
\n\t\u201cEmpty,\u201d he said.
\n\t\u201cBummer,\u201d she said.
\nFrom his car he fished out a gallon jug of water. He poured.
\n\t\u201cYou got oil in the water. Your head gasket is breached. Shit. Big job.\u201d
\nIn her mind, her head gasket was also breached. Huge job. Her many thoughts were dangerously commingled.
\n\t\u201cOK, Lana, here\u2019s what we have to do. I\u2019m going to drive this car and you\u2019re going to drive my car. I\u2019ll keep an eye on the temperature indicator, and when it gets too high, I\u2019m going to stop, pull over, and you should do the same. We\u2019ll wait a bit for the whole shit to cool off, refill the radiator, and then repeat. Until we get to Parkersburg. It\u2019d be way safer to tow, but as I see it, she\u2019s gonna need a new head, a new gasket, a tear down, a rebuild, all of that. I don\u2019t see the point of adding a long tow job to the expense.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was matter of fact. She took him at his word. They did it this way and the trip to Parkersburg took until about 3 AM.<\/p>\n
Once back in town and at home, they went to bed and slept like a pair of logs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Scott was out in the shed at the airstrip when his cellular vibrated in his pocket. He picked it up and saw as he brought it up to his ear past his face that it was Lana. \u201cHey, Babe, what\u2019s up.\u201d \u201cScottie, my car\u2019s dumped all of its antifreeze. I was out shopping, then I thought I\u2019d take a drive. I got as far as Salem. I hit a dive, had a drink, and when I got to my car on the other end, I found this big puddle under it. I thought I\u2019d check with my favorite gear head to see if he thought it was ok to drive it back to Parkersburg.\u201d \u201cNope. You\u2019ll warp the head, if you haven\u2019t already. Has it been overheating?\u201d \u201cYes. I meant to tell you about that.\u201d \u201cFuck! Now you tell me!\u201d \u201cScottie, don\u2019t yell. I\u2019m stuck. I guess I need to be rescued.\u201d \u201cRight. Well, I\u2019ll wrap up out here and get to it then. You\u2019ll have to keep yourself entertained. Beat it back to that bar and have another slug or two. But don\u2019t get so shitfaced that you can\u2019t deal with some very batshit driving.\u201d \u201cOK. Thanks. I\u2019ll owe…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-chapters","comments-off"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/bloggers\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}