Steam and heat poured out like an inferno. Getting on my hands and knees, I looked under the car and nothing was pouring out, the transmission was already empty. The car was hooped. Every ounce of fluid that was in it had long since been blown out onto the highway behind us. What could we do? We couldn’t stop on that mountain, we would have been taken out for sure. But here we sat, with a broken down car, an old heavy travel trailer, and not a single hero to be seen.
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