The day school got out we headed out of town, down to Lake Powell where we enjoy a week of sun and water. But on the trip down we stopped in Nephi to fuel up and Mike's truck just shut off at the stop sign. No warning or anything. So Matt's burb pulled us to the Ford dealership to get it fixed. Of course it was Saturday so no one was working. We called Kathy and Kam and they came to the rescue with bringing us down Matt's truck. 3 hours later we were on the road again. Lake Powell here we come. 12 hours after we started we arrived. Long day.
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Ah the joys of breaking down on the road. I remember the nightmare trip to California for Thanksgiving in 1980. The 24 hour horror ride. Come to think of it. Mike was on his mission and missed all the fun! It was the last time we let Dad be in charge of checking out the vehicle before we left and I an sure we still hold the record of 6 flat tires within a mile. Ask Matt about it sometime. Thank goodness for the guy who used to milk cows for us that lived in Montello NV or we might still be on that road. In other words, we feel your pain.
That's a classic Lake Powell story. Granted it's been 11 years since I've been down there, but I don't remember too many years without having something go wrong with one of the cars.
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