Hits the road

So I finally hit the road. I make it all the way into the middle of the dessert when my fuel tank springs a leak and I am stuck on the side of the road. I am there for about a minute when a young cop named Jerry comes and gives me a lift to go get gas. I buy one of those gas tubs and then get back to the car on the side of the highway. Luckily the sun was going down so it was not a million degrees. Put about five gallons into the car and then limped onward to Yuma. Place is a god damned shit-hole. Although the people are very nice. Gun stores and giant Churches that look like Wallmarts. I sneak Stider into a hotel and stay the night.
The next morning Strider and I walked with my brand new tub down the road to get more gas (the car leaked out the remaining five gallons at this point). Then we found a mechanic around seven AM and he put the car up. He replaces this tiny little plastic thing near the fuel tank and then the car is fixed! I gave the man twenty bucks and then I was back on the road.
The black phantom shall rise again.