My Dad & I wanted to see our big sibling graduate from school. We were 8 hours of driving from our endpoint. We decided to take the car, instead of a plane. My Dad did most of the driving, despite the fact that I drove for an hour or multiple. Everytime I started going 70, our Dad started to get concerned & freak out. I had already been driving for a full year, despite the fact that she was still concerned with myself and others at the wheel. We had no problems with the first 400 miles of our journey. Somewhere near the desert, the cooling system stopped working. The temperature in the car shot up fast. We didn’t have the cooling system to regulate the indoor temperature, & it seem to be affecting the engine as well. We drove to the closest repair shop, which was still 20 miles away. My Dad & I took the car to a commercial chain cooling system repair shop. The problem was more than just the cooling system. We had to wait multiple hours, while they repaired the car. My Dad & I sat in a tiny office with a 17 inch television & no cooling system. It was boiling and uncomfortable, but at least the crew was friendly. When they were almost finished with the repair, they sent us to the restaurant for supper. They promised the car would be finished, by the time the two of us finished a BLT, fries, & a drink. They guaranteed the BLT would be the best the two of us ever tasted. It was a really tasty sandwich, & the car was repaired by the time the two of us returned from supper.