Now, being a “man guy,” I couldn’t admit that I screwed up plus I was sure we would have plenty of gas to get to a gas station along the way. So, I glanced at the fuel gauge, mother’s screen and that was just about the time Elena said, “Wow, this road is so straight, you can see this road all the way to the horizon.” Followed by, “I don’t think there is another car on this road.” You would think that a smart guy like me would at this point say, “Hey I messed up, we need to go back to
Elena being a rational being asked the only rational question, “Where is the next town?” My irrational answer was, “Hmmm I’m not sure…but I’m sure it is down this road.” Elena looks at mother’s screen and pushes the scale button and all we saw was a white screen with a red line down the middle and our car indicated as a little tiny arrowhead at the very bottom of the screen.
Okay, so you would think I would get a clue and turn the car around. But we had gone another 15 miles and now I’m thinking we are past the point of no return and it would be better to press on. So we have 65 miles of fuel and a road that runs to infinity…without another visible sign of civilization.
Now I’m thinking out loud, we have 3 bottles of water, a couple cans of Diet Coke, and a petrified French fry under the seat.
40 miles of fuel left. Before us, the horizon is tipping up…is it a hill or a mirage…is it 5 miles away or 50 miles. I glance out of the side window and realize that vultures are gathering all along the route. Why is that? Every time we take a walk, they gracefully circle above me catching all the wind currents. I guess it is a new definition of patience. They know! It’s just a matter of time.
25 miles of fuel left. We are at the crest of the hill and there is another road. That is when we learn that we a driving on “
Yacht Club Drive.” There is something supremely ironic about a highway department that would attach that name to this road. I don’t think there is a body of water within miles.
20 miles of fuel left. We continue along Yacht Club Drive. My life is literally flashing before my eyes. All the times I have taken ridiculous risks and up to now, have always gotten away with it.
15 miles of fuel left. Is that a mirage, or is there a road sign ahead. The fuel computer has stopped flashing “fuel low” and is now flashing “you’re an idiot.” Now, we are approaching the sign, it reads, “Clines Corner 4 miles.” Then in the distance, you see a tower. Then I see, reflections, possibly the sun reflecting off of windshields or is this the bright light people talk about as part of the death experience.