Of course, out of all the times I took a real jack into nothingness I never needed it. And the one time without my hi/lo I did. Bottle jack it was....and it worked surprisingly well. Esp. with two of us. Spare tire had a nail in it, but we still had two cans of sealant, two plugs and a compressor that, though meek, was still more powerful than four lungs.
We didn't get attacked by sandpeople. Nor did the person/people associated with the demise of the Ford try and carjack us. The hardcore part of the journey was up next....but this lizard living in a cactus was a pretty good sign of what was in store.
Seriously, you can't make this shit up if you tried.