R.I.P Trooper

So two weekends ago (10/16) I had gone into the "big town" of Minot to do some running around and pretty much just kill some time.  Yep, that is what my life has come to now a days...killing time.  So after spending a few hours in Minot, I began the 90 mile drive back to my place.  All was going well, or so I thought.  I was about 15 miles west of my town and just jamming to some tunes when my lovely "Trooper" died on me....while I was going about 60 on a two lane highway.  I lost all power in the car and could neither brake or accelerate.  So with some minor struggling and a battle of wits between myself and the Trooper, I managed to get off the highway and onto a gravel side road.  Then, I proceeded to freak out and try to figure out what to do next.  Meanwhile it is about 30 degrees out and getting dark.  Thankfully, a nice farmer came down the gravel road and attempted to rescue me.  He tried to fix the car but to no avail.  So I had to wait two hours for a tow truck to come and get the car.  Then, another teacher came and picked me up and brought me home.  It turns out the engine locked up and it would need a new engine, which was more than the worth of the car.  So my company decided not to fix it and just get me another vehicle.  So an entire week later I had another car....with one catch.  It was in a town 3 and a half hours away.  Now remember, I HAVE NO CAR! The company ended up sending me a cab to go and get the car and then I drove it back.  So needless to say, the Trooper is NOT a trooper!

North Dakota and I have a major love/hate relationship going on...without much love.