Road trip part2

OK, so its still dark, still freezing cold, and still snowing, and we have just crested a dangerous hill south of carson valley. At this point, we saw another, much larger hill looming in front of us. It was time to put chains on again. This time we tried the chains from my other car, which were of a more modern variety (cables) rather than the old school chains that were probably purchased in the mid 70s. These cable-chains had the disadvantage of being "a little" too big for the Toyota wheels. No matter. We layed them out, and I went back to the cab to start the truck back up. I'm sure you can see whats coming, so I won't go into it. We were on a lonely stretch of 395, in the snow, with no cars around, no jumper cables and a dead truck waiting to be rolled backwards onto chains that were too big for its wheels. I think we were too shocked to even curse our stupidity/luck at this point, but quickly began trying to jump start the car by pushing it. Picture trying to push a truck down a skating rink with sneakers, and you'll have a rough idea of what this was like. We tried to flag people down, but no one stopped. No one, that is, except a very nice family in a giant dualy. They got our car started up, and we had a few tense moments as I pulled a U turn on the icy snow to flee with our tails between our legs back to carson valley. Since it was still Xmas day, everything except the casino and a few hotels were closed. We had dinner in one of those generic Irish Bar-Sports Bar-Keno-Lounge places in the Carson Valley Inn, then found a hotel down the road. The last thing we did that day was take our cable-chains off, since the road was dry in that part of town. Day one was over.