Mexico

In 2000 when Scott, Derek and I were driving up out of Villehermosa on the east coast of Mexico to Mexico City we played "Who wants to be a millionaire?" The elevation change was from sea level to over 10,000 feet. Derek was just about ready to win a million dollars when all of a sudden I noticed the temperature gauge on the 1996 Dodge Diesel pegged to the high end. In Mexico on many highways there are small, what looks like wishing wells on the side of the road full of water with buckets nearby. I looked up and right in front of me was a well. I immediately pulled over. I thought for sure that the engine was toast. I opened the hood and steam or what was left of any water poured from the engine compartment. I had no sooner pulled over and a 1970's sedan pulled right over. Out jumped three big Mexicans. Oh great, I thought, we are getting robbed too. They ran right past me to the well one of them carrying a bucket from their car and the two others grabbing buckets from the well. They immediately began throwing water on the engine like a bunch of whirling dervishes.

I am really not sure if that is the way to deal with an overheated engine but they sure acted like they knew what they were doing. They threw so much water that a small stream emerged from underneath the truck flowing down the mountain. Before long they cooled the engine. They opened the radiator cap and filled up the radiator. Thankfully the engine was just fine. I offered them some pesos and they vehemently declined and left with my strong Gracia's. Personally I love Mexicans.