For Kym --- Love and Kisses
At least the MG had chosen someplace vaguely civilized to overheat this time. Through the heat-shimmer, she could make out structures, including what may or may not be a gas station. This may mean water and coolant, although she suspected those weren't the problems. It was her opinion the car was angry with her.
Five tire patches. The loss of a belt that had taken two days to be shipped in, leaving her sleeping in a garage lot in the meantime. And ever since the badlands, overheating every 250 miles or so She rested the toe of a Doc Marten on the rear bumper and muttered, "Reginald, you suck.."