On our way to Oshkosh, our bus broke down late at night. Our turbo broke, and we ended up stopping at a Shell gas station to call a mechanic. We ended up getting food and having a better experience than we expected.
We left from New Port Richey around 6:00 at night on Sabbath, and all seemed well. But three hours later or so, a big pop sounded from the front of the bus. Everything seemed alright, but we couldn’t go more than 30 mph, and we were on the interstate. So, we pulled over at a Shell gas station and our club leader called a 24 hour mechanic to come fix our bus. We learned that we had a broken turbo there.
In the meantime, we walked a short way to a McDonald’s and purchased food and drinks with our money. Everybody brought their phones too, so we shared music and kept each other company. When we had to leave at 11:00, we continued our conversations and played games until the bus got fixed (enough), and we got back on the interstate and continued our journey.
We arrived at a church in Jacksonville where we slept through the night. We didn’t get to sleep until 3:00 in the morning, and the next day everyone, especially the drivers, were tired.
That morning, we rented minivans that could go fast enough on the highway, and got to the camporee safely.
