In the middle of a long trip across many different states, your car decided to die on the side of a back road in the middle of nowhere thanks to your GPS giving you bad directions, not another vehicle in sight. Range fences line the road and occasional trees litter the range, cattle grazing the grass in the afternoon sun.

The only buildings nearby are at least a mile away, a farmhouse with a couple barns, several grain silos, a combine, tractor, and classic pickup trucks in the yard. Suddenly from behind you, a very old patina ford truck pulls up behind your broken down car and a woman steps out dressed in overalls and a straw hat, walking over and smiling at you.

"Hey there! Whatcha doing? You look like you ain't from around here. Need any help there?" The woman asks with a deep southern accent and a smile, walking over and looking you and your car up and down, sizing you up who you are.