I was traveling alone for the first time through southern Utah in what we call “no-man’s-land.” When a man is just what I needed when my check engine light went on! At first I thought, “What is the point of stopping? There is absolutely nothing I can do about it anyway.” Then another deeper voice inside of me said “pull over now!” I was lucky to have at least an exit available. It was exit 204. I believe it was the Cisco exit. No services!
I was praying that I had stopped in an over-abundance of caution. I got out, checked the tires, 1-2-3-4, check! Looking good! Almost there — I decided to check the oil too. That would be the worst thing to need out here, at the 204. I pulled out the dip, or is it the stick? Either way, I cleaned it and reinserted it, and checked it again. It was dry. Absolutely no oil in my car!
I immediately texted my husband back in Denver, because I was sure he could help me somehow. I was only 250 miles away. I’m sure he could slip away from work for me, right? OK, plan B had to be formed immediately.
Off in the distance, practically at the horizon, I saw a little white truck with yellow lights on top. This was going to have to be the next best thing to having my husband race out to save the day. I got back in my car and flashed my brights at him, praying again (did I mention I pray a lot) that he would save me! He slowly made his way up to me. He checked the dipstick again, just in case some oil had magically been hiding in there. Another prayer. This nice stranger was able to procure some oil from another road maintenance man and get me back on my way in around 30 minutes.
I was saved! By angels on the road maintenance crew working near the exit of 204. In the middle of “no-man’s-land” I found real men! Thank you guys!