Hypertech Programmers Prevent Horror Stories

I awake in a big grassy field. The organic structure aches from disbursement hours on the cool moist earth. From the place of the sun it must have got been around noon. The blazing sun stingings my eyes as I frantically seek to decipher to my surroundings. I revolve over to detect my custody jump together - epithelial duct tape. The taste sensation of blood and perspiration lingers in my mouth.

"What the...?" It aches to think. It experiences like I jumped out of a hurrying car. I can hear footsteps. The silhouette walking towards me slowly come ups into focus. My memory come ups flooding back...

Kara and I are speeding down path 66 in our visible light blueness retro avant garde - fully equipped with a discotheque ball, achromatic light and adequate record albums to entertain us for days. What else could two twenty twelvemonth olds inquire for? I'm manning the wheel, focusing on the seemingly eternal route in presence of us. Kara, functionary route trip sailing master and DJ, sit downs Indian style in the rider place next to me.

We left Golden State yesterday sometime around twelve noon on our manner to a three-day-long music festival in Tennessee. We are looking at a 4 - 5 twenty-four hours drive. It really depends on how many route side freaks tickle our fancy. Would we be able to defy the world's biggest ball of yarn? Only Supreme Being knows.

"How about we change drivers when we fill up up?" Kara asked. "Um...I actually wanted to do it to the concert, so Iodine believe I'm good," I responded.

"Well if I drive now, you can take a sleep and then set in a few hours when the sun travels down. I detest driving in the dark anyway," she said. "And if we desire to acquire a nice campsite, we should acquire there as soon as possible. That is unless you don't really care about being able to see the bands?" I detest when she's right.

Cruising down the highway, we go through a little improvised mark for Moe's Gas, 3.1 statute miles away. I toss on the blinker, pulling off historical path 66 and caput down a soil route towards Moe's. As we draw up to a bare bedraggled building, Kara said, "Looks like Moe hasn't been around for a while." The copiousness of overgrown widow's weeds and spider webs were proof.

"My turn!" she said. I could state she was itching to drive, so I threw the avant garde in parkland and plopped down on our brand displacement bed in the dorsum - a cosy combination of edible bean bag chairs, sweatshirts and pillows. "Wake me up when the sun starts to set," I said and closed my eyes.

I'm woken up by the sound of the engine stalling. "What'd you do?" I ask. "So... the small bank check engine visible light came on...around 200 statute miles ago," Kara softly mutters.

"What!" I shout. I run around to the driver's side and dad the hood. The engine hissings and exhales a cloud of smoke. I catch the oil dip stick and jerk it out - os dry. "I believe I establish our problem," I say, holding up the long thin stick. Frustrated, I sweep clenched fist onto the hood. "What were you thinking? Now we're stranding in center of..."

"Texas," she adds.

"Texas! Great! How the Hell are we going to get..." I'm interrupted as two dim headlamps peep over a hill in the distance. As the auto approaches, it decelerates to a halt right presence of us. Through the blazing visible lights a voice yells, "You cats necessitate a jump?"

"We necessitate oil," I cry back. "Do you cognize of any car stores around here?"

"Yes sir, but the closest one is 'bout twenty statute miles down the road," replied a full, deep voice. "Want a ride?"

Now I cognize what you're thinking - we would have got to be out of our heads to accept a drive from this cryptic stranger, right? But turns out the cat played keys for one of the sets in the festival. Not only did we do it to the festival on time, but he tossed us some backstage go throughs and we hung with his set after they played.

Those cats cognize how to party. Apparently I wanted to take the avant garde to make doughnuts in a field, so Kara and some of the guys, pulled me from the van, taped me up, and left me in the field. Back to show time. Arsenic my eyes adjust, I see that Kara is the 1 walking towards me. As she kneelings down to assist me up, I joke, "I think this is what haps when you allow a adult female drive."

She wasn't amused. She acquires up and starts walking away. "Oh come up on, I was joking. Kara. Kara!" I yelled, but she just kept walking.