i try over and over again but the engine wont turn and i finally relegate myself to the rear of the car again, waving dejectedly as fewer and fewer cars pass.  Suddenly i hear a loud throaty rumble from behind me.  turning, i see the rear end of a massive, lighted, metal chariot...  from 100 yards away i can hear the dual diesel exhaust rumbling.  the truck is backing up down the highway at high speed.  i jog towards it, slowly, nervously, when it suddenly comes to a screeching halt.  Standing on tiptoe, i peer into the cab of the modified F350, seeing Brenda... and Jack...  Brenda is perched on the passenger seat while Jack drives.  Right now, he is glaring at me suspiciously.  “What's wrong?”  Brenda questions.  “Out of gas” i sputter.  Brenda gives me a toothless grin and says “This is your lucky day, we have a little unlead on the back, he he he” she looks at Jack, “you're gonna have to suck the hose though... he he he...”  Throwing the huge rig in reverse, Jack screams on down the highway toward my abandoned vehicle...