Old Broke Down

I swear, I wasn't driving.

Back in good ole AK, in the whirlwind of moving, selling house, camping on some land in Seldovia, getting a truck and trailer for our boat, trying to find a job and apartment in Portland- well, things were hectic. Somehow I was in charge of most of this, including finding us this nice rough old f250 to haul the damn boat around.
We embark on a trip from Anchorage to Homer, driving along, everything is fine, la la la, and outside of Soldotna around 1 am the truck dies. Now Josh is driving, mind you, so take with a grain of salt. He coasted over to the side of the road and was all frantic! What are we going to do?!?!? It won't start!!! What do we do?!?!?!? Dude, calm the f down. As I'm watching him try to start it, I'm trying to tell him to do it a certain way, since it's an old truck, and I think there might be a problem with the ignition switch. But, I am just the chick. Sigh. So I told him given that it was 1 am, we didn't have a lot of options, no tow place would be open, so we'd have to wait until the morning anyway.
Josh passed right out. I couldn't get warm-let's face it, summer in Alaska really isn't the warmest thing ever, and we hadn't brought jackets or anything. So I suffered for a while, but was too frustrated so I got out and started walking. We were only a few miles outside Soldotna, so I walked until I saw the mirage of Fred Meyer, then started back. Finally woke up my male counterpart, who had had a nice little sleep, while I was becoming increasingly tired and probably a little short on the patience side.
Called a tow, waited, waited, waited for this place to check out the truck and see what's up. We had coffee, breakfast, magazines, nothing helped- I was dead on my feet. Once the sun was bright, I said screw this, and walked outside to lay in the grass and nap. Yep. I have no compunction about sleeping in public. It was lovely. Plus I was away from the manic energy of 'what do we do??!?!?'
End result of waiting all day to see why the truck wouldn't start????
It started fine, no problems at all.

Follow up-
Weeks later, I am in Portland, I get a crazy call "Gehlen, I'm on the beach and the truck won't start!!! What do I do!??"
"Hit the steering column hard and then start it."

It started, I am magic.