Yeah, I’ve pulled a rust bucket up a damned hill in a rainstorm that could’ve turned a highway into a lake. I kept going because the only thing I could afford was to keep my pride from getting splashed. It was like chasing a stubborn mule that refuses to quit – you gotta keep the rhythm until the sun comes out.

You got it, friend. Just keep the engine humming, and the sun will finally hand over the bill in a neat little discount.