My best friend and I had this crazy system for both of us to drive cross-country. He had just gotten out of the repair industry and he wanted to do something fun before starting in his father’s HVAC corporation in the next month. He asked myself and others if I wanted to go along with him. I constantly said yes first and asked questions later, and this was no different. The people I was with and I were on our way without another thought. The people I was with and I didn’t even get a map. The people I was with and I both happily agreed to keep going west and stop when the two of us were overly exhausted or needed gas and food. The people I was with and I were 5 miles or so into the trip and our stomachs were rumbling. The people I was with and I weren’t totally sure what the two of us were hungry for, but the two of us were starving. I found this nasty looking little restaurant and walked in with confidence. The food was excellent, but when the people I was with and I got back into the automobile and opened the massive windows to get rid of the heat… there was a problem. It was sweltering until the air conditioning unit started undoubtedly working. Twenty minutes later, the A/C was still blowing warm air, and it was getting warmer instead of cooler. The people I was with and I lowered the thermostat, but the A/C still wasn’t undoubtedly working after more than four more miles, and the two of us knew the two of us had a problem to deal with. The people I was with and I looked for a repair station that did HVAC repairs as well. The nearest repair station was nearly 200 miles down the road.