Since I'm the one who's always solving the problems, I'm taking the dare and step outside the car to have a look at what's wrong. I took a mechanics crash course for cases like this some time ago, so I find the problem pretty fast; fixing it takes only a few minutes. I ignore the yells from my twenty-something "stepmother" and get my pocket screw-wrench for emergencies. Ten minutes and lots of liters of sweat later, we can go on and look for the next gas station.

Avi//Hufflepuff