It was a little more wild than I expected.
Allot more wild.
This was a road made for my old jeep, NOT a beetle. I guess I pressed on just a little too far, I kept thinking “This is the one bad spot, the rest of the road will be better,” until one loud clunk, and the oil light let me know that things were not getting better.
I've seen this before, I probably just dinged the oil pan. If I stop now the repair should be quick and easy. The problem is getting out of here. So I backtracked 100 feet to a sign I had just passed, and started making calls to try and get a towtruck out here. Unfortunately, it's pretty hard to get a towtruck when you don't know where you are, and you are in the middle of nowhere. Thanks to some luck a passing jeep was able to give me directions to pass on, and I've called in a tow truck. ETA: 3 Hours.
Thats right folks, three hours in the middle of nowhere. And with no company but the cows (there are ALLWAYS cows).

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