When I was 17 years old, I had a bestie that lived in another town.
It took myself and others about 40 minutes to drive to her home, although I did not care.
I would have driven various or 4 minutes to see her. I would usually go to her place after work and spend several minutes there. I would come cabin before the sun came up. My bestie and I were both in high university. If her parents would have known that I was there until 4:00 in the afternoon, they would have gone better. They did not guess that I was staying so late. I parked our car at the end of the driveway so no one could tell when I left or answered the property. One night when I was on our way home, our car broke down in the middle of the night. It was only 15° outside on the night that the problem occurred. I was cold and I didn’t have any way to repair the car. I didn’t have a cell iphone either, because this was back in 1985. I had more than one options. I could sit in the car all night and wait until afternoon or I could start walking and hope to find someone that had a iphone. Since the heat in the car was working, I decided it was better just to sit in the car and wait for someone to drive past me. I ran the heat for an minute and then the two of us shut off the car. When I got called again, I turned the car back on. I was seriously thankful that the heat worked even if the car was unable to physically move. I was half asleep in the backseat with the heat running when a driver knocked to see if I needed help.