"It'll start," I say, leaning back in my seat. "It just needs to cool down a little more." Luke taps on the temperature gauge.
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"It's been cooling down for the past forty-five minutes. It's not going to start."
I sigh. "Don't be so pessimistic. Let's do another water run." The two of us swing out the sides of the Jeep CJ, which now sits on the side of the trail, the engine ticking in the heat. The burnt-orange hood lies propped up against the windshield, exposing the monstrous Chevy small-block within. The two of us plod over to the stream and fill a pair of soda cans with water. We wander back to the Jeep and proceed to trickle the water over the radiator and fuel lines, watching the thin wisps of steam curl off the surfaces. The little puddles shrink and die in the heat, baked by the scalding metal.
"Should we wait another five minutes?" Luke asks.
I check my watch
"I don't think we have much choice."
Author: What are the Odds