June 4, 1999
That was the first time I ever chased into Nebraska. We hit our target, waited on initiation, and actually nailed it because the storms went up just south of us. We went to go after them and my chase partner's car wouldn't start. We were on the east edge of Imperial, so we had to flag down a guy. My partner rode into town with him (since it was his car) while I just stood around watching our storms get smaller and smaller as they moved away. Eventually they made it back with a charger, but by then we were so far behind it was pointless. I asked my partner how old his battery was, to which he replied "about five years." So I made him leave the motor running all the way back, even during stops. He was worried it would be too hard on his engine but I refused to let him kill it. When we finally rolled up to my apartment the next morning, he killed the car. I said "try to start it again." It was dead.
Total mileage: 1,356