The arduous mountain range that tested us twice on the way up to Luray wasn’t as challenging on the way back to North Carolina, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a nail-biter. The Ford chugged and bucked its way up the steepest inclines and Matt did everything he could to keep us on the road. Our lowest speed this time hit around 25 mph—better than the 5 mph we had endured on the way up. But the truck apparently wasn’t fixed.

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