Roadside Lunch

Kevin and Gary stopped on the side of the old country road. They were in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing for miles of asphalt on either side of them. Even if there was plenty of gas left, their stomachs couldn't handle waiting for the next diner or truck stop.

Gary had read somewhere that people have cooked food on car engines before and he had come prepared. Sixty miles back, he had taken two chicken breasts out of the cooler, put them in aluminum foil with a dry rub and closed it tightly. He stuck duct tape to the bottom of it, pressed the wrapped chicken onto a hot spot over the engine and lowered the hood on top of it to hold it in place.

Sixty miles later, they say by the edge of the road in the dirt, feasting on perfectly cooked chicken with ice cold sodas. Meals on wheels.