It took a while for the back right bumper to fall off and scrape the off ramp's gravel. We duct taped it up as best as we could. A kind man at the Pilot station fixed our lights and pointed us to a garage that might be able to fix our leaking coolant and catch what he missed.
So that's where we sat, in a New Mexican garage, Dallas still a far off dream.
Tonight we'll sleep in Midland, TX. Tomorrow Dallas will be mine.