 And so I'm off the side of the road at the dadgum truck stop rummaging through the dumpster trying to find a bottle to get some water and pour over the radiator because I'm a redneck. I know how to fix the stupid car and keep it going, right? I know how to get the thing cooled off, and I'm going to get it on down to Chattanooga. And this guy working for me is a friend of mine. He's just ragging me to no end.