“Do not think dishonestly” is one of Musashi’s precepts. Being overly optimistic isn’t honest thinking. If I was thinking honestly I wouldn’t have tried to squeeze one more trip to Tennessee out of my little Toyota. It made it about halfway. Fortunately for me died it dramatically on a back road while I was driving slow and not on the interstate doing 70. I exited the interstate to get gas. It was late at night and both the gas stations were closed. I followed a sign pointing me back onto the interstate. It lead me down a dark country road for half a mile before the car came to a grounding halt. I managed to turn onto an empty back road but a portion of the back of the car was still in the other road. The car wouldn’t budge. It wouldn’t steer. I couldn’t shift into neutral or any gear. I got out and could see the driver’s side front tire laying horizontal on the ground and knew the car was a goner. I wasn’t rattled. Unlike the old days of travel I had a cell phone and AAA. All I had to do was wait. The sky was filled with stars and there wasn’t any sign of life or civilization in view. I kept the immovable car running to keep the lights on to passing cars could see my back end that was hanging out in their lane. I sketched the scene while I waited there alone in the dark. After an hour and a half I called AAA back and was told they had no record of me calling and I had to call for another tow truck which eventually arrived and took me back to a garage in Columbus. I slept the rest of the chilly night in the car waiting for the garage to open. When they opened the next morning they confirmed the car was now worthless and I made arrangements to have it junked. I took an Uber to a bus stop where I had to decide whether to take a bus back home or to proceed to Nashville where I have many friends. I chose Nashville. All in all it took 36 hours to get to Nashville on that trip. I remember hitch hiking down there in 18 hours on one trip back in the day.