With a growl Jerad throws the map to the floor cursing the map gods for not knowing their roads from a hole in the ground. Talking to himself Jerad looks for anything to show signs of life in this backwoods god forsaken land. "Who the hell put a road with so many turns a man would get lost out in the middle of no where? What kind of fool would want to go take time away from his home? " Of course he knew he was that fool. Remembering yet again the trouble his brother and friend had gotten into yet again. Shaking his head as he had decided to go on a jaunt to just get away from them for a few days. Laughing harshly at himself as he notices a sign with hand painted letters on it reading, 'TAKE A CHANCE AND VISIT CHANCE, MONTANA!' Jerad made a crude sound bordering on a curse and a growl as he laughed without humor at his situation. With a frustrated sound he presses the gas peddle to the floor causing the car to lurch forward before a loud clanking sound shakes the car to a crawl. Hearing a knocking that seemed to hit in time with the rhythm of the car's motor Jerad hit the steering wheel "damn you piece of junk"!
As the car sputters and moves slowly a small gas station comes into sight boasting of a mechanic on duty Jerad said a prayer that some one in this backwoods town knows how to fix something besides mud pies. Noticing a kid pumping gas for a pick up Jerad let his car move like a turtle to the front of the shop. Leaning out the window he shouts, "Hey kid when you get a chance how about getting the owner of this place?"