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it's presence. With a whip and a snap, the noise stopped and so did the power steering. "No problem," it is just harder to steer, not impossible. The next town is 15 miles so we decide to limp that direction. When we pull into the Fernley trucker lot, smoke rises from the engine with a classic overheat. Heart of Town agrees to see us and put on a new power steering belt for me, the old one can be seen hanging from below the front bumper. Once we look at the belts, we notice that the water pump has blown up and will need a costly repair... and it just so happens that today is the only day out of the year that these guys close early, it is for their Christmas Party. With not many other options, we bed down in the parking lot between a couple of big rigs to wait until morning. Johnny said he would come in early to get us patched up so we could get over the pass before the next storm hits on Sunday, potentially stranding us in this god forsaken hellhole. |
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