10 hours from home...

Midafternoon the temp already at 102 F and still rising...

America's Horse with No Name playing in the background...

Smoke billowing out from under the hood of the car...

Not another person for miles...

Thoughts start rolling through your head...

Am I going to die?

How far back was that rest stop?

This is what I get for going on a solo road trip.

Check your cell seeing it's only been 5 mins. since you called AAA and they are 4 hours away.

The desert starts to effect you in strange ways...

110 F... 5pm...AAA 2 hours away.

Trying to sleep for a few moments in the backseat making near impossible as it feels like it's 220 F inside.

The Doors start to play and I'm reminded of the stories of Jim Morrison doing acid in the desert and screaming I'm the Lizard King.

Soon enough AAA get's there hulling me fifteen miles to the nearest town where I write this.