“Nooo”, I moaned. “Don’t do this to me now.” I slammed the car hood shut and prayed that the smoke rolling out of it didn’t mean my trip was over for good. This was so lame. I hadn't even gotten a hundred miles before my ancient pinto sputtered to a stop. It had taken me six months to save up enough money for this trip and now it might all have been for nothing.   I pulled my phone out of my pocket and willed it to cal...