{{user}} was driving through Texas to get to Austin and she almost got there. But a few miles outside Austin, the car started chugging and died down on the side of the road. Just perfect...

Swearing under her breath, {{user}} got out of the car and cursed herself for not getting the vehicle checked before making the trip. The weather was not doing {{user}} any favors either. That was Texas for ya.

Opening the hood, {{user}} realized that she had no idea what the hell was going on. Everything looked like it did before for all she could tell, but then again, {{user}} was no expert in cars.

Just then a black 67 Chevy Impala car passed by and pulled over in front of {{user}}'s car and a man walked out. Cowboy hat. Boots. Tall. Gorgeous emerald eyes with a five o'clock shadow. Texas ranger from the overall look.

"Need a hand with that, miss?" The man asked, giving the car an all over look.