101 South, 11.30 pm

We are on our way to Hollywood for some partying. So as usual we are driving down the 101 as all of the sudden the Mustang breaks down. So before Barham Blvd. we pull over to the shoulder. We know that we ran out of gas since we already had this fabulous experience on our way to Vegas. But since it's in the middle of the night, us girls are dressed like goth hookers, we don't dare walking on the freeway to reach the next gas station.

I left my phone at home, Vic's is out of minutes, we are trying to reach some friends - the only one that is able to help needs another hour to come by. While having the phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other one, I see the lights of the highway patrol right behind our car.
I become somehow nervous, switch off the phone, throw the cigarette out of the window.

The policemen slowly comes closer, we put down the window... "Ma'am, the cigarette you just threw out of the window - that's a thousand dollar fine." Ooops. But since we are just some stupid tourists we get away with it.
So we explain our situation and hope that this time the police makes their promise "to serve & protect" come true.

"Okay, start your engine and try to go as far as you can. Once you stop, put your gear into neutral and we will push you." Say what? Wow, that is cool...
So we do what they told us and all of the sudden I can feel their bumper hit ours and a minute later we are off the freeway. The Mustang has some minor scratches on the rear bumper now, but who cares. It's just a rental.

No trouble at all, just some friendly policemen helping out some lost Austrians. Thanks Highway Patrol!