Sorry to hear that happened. Reminds me, if you'll indulge me, of my buddy and I in his 1968 Dodge Superbee, circa 1976, on our way home, drunk as skunks, from a visit to another buddy at SUNY Binghamton. Middle of the night, only car on the NYS Thruway and we hear a loud tapping coming from under the hood.
So what do we two drunk, stoned out hippies do? We light up a doob and turn up the music full blast. Few minutes later, like a loud pressure release, as pistons shot through oil pan and we come to a skidding stop on the shoulder. It was like 10 degrees and we were now freezing. No cell phones in the 70s, no nothing. We sit in the car deciding what to do. About an hour later a car pulls up. 3 big African American dudes in it. My buddy gets out. I could barely move. They said hop in, we'll take you to the next exit (which was like 25 miles away) and you can call a tow.
I figured he's history, I'll never see him again, they'll **** and simonize him. About an hour or more later the same damn car pulls back up. Not only did they take him to make a call at a pay phone(remember those?) but they drove him all the way back. He thanks them. I'm huddled freezing in the Superbee. He says "Tiny from the local gas station is on his way."
I'm tellin' ya, you can't make this sh i t up. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 2 in the morning. After another hour or more a tow truck pulls up with a Gigantor, Hulk-like dude stepping out of it. That was Tiny. he hooks up the car, we jump in his cab. It was the bumpiest, noisest ride I'd ever taken. My head was pounding from about 20 beers.
We get to his station. We have zero dough. He takes the car in exchange for the tow.
My buddy's parents happened to be about an hour or so away in the Catskills (lovingly called the Jewish Alps back then) and they come and get us in the morning. We ruined the remainder of their weekend. We get back to the hotel which I believe was the Nevele, and we are starving and hungover. We need food. And money. There was a huge fountain in the lobby, like a wishing well, filled with rusty coins. We both lean in, grab as many coins as we can, go into the coffee shop, order sandwiches and drop wet, rusty coins on the counter.
Oh, did we have fun when we were young.