I knew there was no chance I was going to make it to a gas station in time… might as well just enjoy the ride. After passing what seemed like the fifth exit in a row without services, I hoped that when I inevitably had to pull over to the side of the highway, I would at least find cell phone service, so I could call AAA. But I wasn’t optimistic. Southern Idaho seemed to be a dead zone as far as the petrochemical industry was concerned. Perhaps people drove around on potato-based biodiesel in these parts.