My Mom plus I wanted to see my huge brother graduate from university. We were numerous thirds of driving from our destination. We decided to take the car, instead of a plane. My Mom did most of the driving, although I drove for an third or 2. Everytime I started going 72, my Mom started to get nervous plus freak out. I had already been driving for a full year, however he was still nervous with myself and others at the wheel. We had no troubles with the first 400 miles of our journey. Somewhere near the desert, the air conditioner stopped finally working. The temperature in the automobile shot up fast. We did not have the air conditioner to regulate the indoor temperature, plus it seem to be affecting the engine as well. We drove to the closest repair shop, which was still 20 miles away. My mom plus I took the automobile to a commercial chain air conditioner repair shop. The problem was more than just the air conditioner. We had to wait many thirds, while they repaired the car. My mom plus I sat in a tiny office with a 17 inch TV plus no air conditioner. It was warm plus uncomfortable, however at least the crew was friendly. When they were almost finished with the repair, they sent us to the diner for dinner. They promised the automobile would be finished, by the time both of us finished a BLT, fries, plus a drink. They guaranteed the BLT would be the best both of us ever tasted. It was a honestly tasty sandwich, plus the automobile was repaired by the time both of us returned from dinner.