“What happened to the engine?” My sister asked with a look of terror strewed across her face. “There must be a problem with the oil.” My grandfather said. “How long do you think we’ll be stuck out here?” I asked. “Least two hours.” my grandmother said with a bit of a sigh. It was early on a summer day up in Round Pond Maine. The sun had just blossomed over the watery horizon ahead. …showed first 75 words of 863 total…

…showed last 75 words of 863 total…t worry about tourists.” Then he gave us a wave and rode off into the horizon. It turned out that a faulty oil gage was what caused the implosion that crippled the “Salt Air”. A minor defect that occurred 2 months before we drove it. However, some good came out of it. We made a new friend and I have this great story to tell. So I guess there’s always good, along with the bad.