text: Driving on the gravel seems to wake you out a lull that you seem to have been in. The rocks kick and ding against your truck making this road a bit louder to drive on. Every now and then you hit a pothole or have to go around one of those rock mounds you seem to be surrounded by.
  
  A very large hole on the right comes into view and you swing your steering wheel left coming into contact with a rock formation. You strike  the mound almost head on throwing you forward and the seat belt jerking you back but not before your head strikes the dashboard making your vision blur momentarily.
  
  A low, gutteral sound comes from somewhere close by... almost like a shriek.
  
  All goes quiet...
  
  Your head begins to throb as you try to get out your truck. The door is wedged into the side of the what is left of the rock formation. You feel a cold substance dripping down your left arm.
  
  "Oh, no...Am I bleeding?" you think.
  
  Slipping to the passenger side you make your way out of the truck.
  
  You stagger over to the front and find the headlamps are still working but the engine is now off. You notice a black substance spattered against the side of the truck. It looks like oil.
  
  The last thing in the world you need now is no transportation.
  
  Off in the near distance is the flashing light still beckoning you to come hither.
  
  You have no choice...well, you could go back to the main road and try hitchhiking with the first car that comes by...which might never happen.
  
  "Hey, what about my cell phone...Yeah, I got triple A." you think.
  
   
  > You try your cell phone.
  Just like in the movies.
  
  No signal.
  
  All you can do is go back to the main road or travel further up the gravel road and check out the flashing light.