It's 106 miles to Chicago, We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses.
Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, don't fail us now!
Elwood: Oh no!
Jake: What the f*** was that?
Elwood: The motor. Thrown a rod.
Jake: Is that serious?
Elwood: Yep.
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