We had been driving for a while now, it was late. I had looked out the window as the rain kept coming down. I turned to my father, “Dad maybe we should stop?” I ask, looking at him. He had the same idea, trying to keep the car on the road in the storm “Soon as we find a place, Jamie” he told me.
We heard the weather report that a storm was coming before we left the college I was studying at, to drive home. We decided it would not be that bad, we were wrong. Now we were in the middle of nowhere, hadn’t eaten in a while and barely able to see the road.
Then it happens, we start to hydroplane. “Shit” my dad yelled out as he righted the car “sorry about that honey”. My dad wasn’t the kind to cuss, but that was fine in this case “its ok Dad”. I assure him.
My car had broken down about a month ago, so we scrapped it. He volunteered to drive me back. It wasn’t too long of a drive but we had already been on the road for a while, much longer than we should.