That story reminds me of the time I was in my "beast" Bronco II on my way to Harrisonburg, VA when it blew the ignition module in the middle of friggin no where. Literally nothing but woods for miles on either side of the road. There were all kinds of noises while I sat there just trying to figure out what to do. My "suspense level" was on high alert because I had just watched Blair Witch Project the week before. LOL
Got lucky though. Had a random guy stop and ask if I needed help. Just asked for a ride to the next town so I could call someone and he ended up taking me all the way to Harrisonburg. Wouldn't even take any money for gas.