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What I don't get is why the Hell anybody would buy/rent/drive a vehicle in the outback with no spare....."
Uh oh...... I have to raise my hand.
It was on a work project, out in the desert-ty mountains of Western Nevada.... a weekend's break between activites, and my friend and co-worker decided to take a drive up US 95 in one our agency's rental cars. Anyone familiar with this part of Nevada ?.... 95 is a beautiful drive, but 267 (between Beatty and Goldfield) --that turns off towards California is even more scenic....
Then a
..........Pot hole, followed by a " _____________ ! ! ! (fill in the blank.)"
Okay, get out the spare tire
"It sure is isolated out here-- we haven't seen another car since the main highway" -- an observation made to no one in particular.
Oh well, we can certainly change a tire, can't we?
........ and of course we did check to see that the spare was good before we took this rental off the lot.
"Uh, Lauri, where is the lug wrench ?!!"
"_______________(more fill in the blanks) !!!!!!!"
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We had some food, plenty(!) of water and other things (see below@)... to drink- it was a cool autumn and we were in no dangers- but royally p##z'd off. We had along one of our 800 meg trunked agency handhelds- about as useless as a boat anchor in the hills of that part of the mountains.
"How about the 'cel phone?"
Zip... no'bars'
"I'm going try it up on that hill side" said my friend, and off she went, stumbling thru the sagebrush.
"This is a fine mess, Lauri" I was thinking to myself, sitting in the half shade beside the car.
267 slopes beautifully up and westward from 95- the view east is for miles! ... and no other vehicle visible along it, anywhere. We had been there over an hour and the shadows were beginning to lengthen.
My friend came back----
"I think I got thru to the guys, but I'm not sure... you know how people say texts can make it thru when voice won't- well, it MIGHT have worked.. but my battery died before I could confirm it"
"Have a beer@, Girlfriend and enjoy the view"
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The shadows were really long when from the west came a dusty, batter'd little Jeep. Finally! , Someone !
And luck would have it; he had a lug wrench that fit out bloody rental car.
We gave him the remainder of our beer, and with our tails between our legs, drove back down towards civilisation.
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Epilogue ?
Yes, our 'cel text had semi got thru- So what they say about texting in emergencies sort'a works. But the message was too garbol'd to make any sense.
......... Our guys would not be coming out to rescue us.
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Today I never take a rental car without checking
Everything- especially for the lug wrench.
Lauri