No coverage. Not even one bar. The beep-beep itself signified the battery's already depleting life, so it didn’t really matter anyways. 

An overcast canvassed the sky giving it a perfectly even dullness, making it difficult to tell the time of day, much less which direction was north or south . A two-lane blacktop road snaked up into the distance and disappeared into some trees, or a forest if you wanted to get technical about it. It also swerved down toward some lumpy hills and disappeared there as well. What sounded like a two-stroke chainsaw could be heard in the distance, but its echo itself, made it impossible to tell whether it came from up in the forest or down in the lumpy hills. This had been happening more often lately. Two different ways to go, with a lame battery and no bars, and nobody left to blame.
 
Barry looked down at the horizon through dry, tired eyes. He had one goal, one inexplicable motive, Mary-Beth. He wanted to get her back, and out of the arms of her new lover. To mollify from all of that happening he would have to keep going. He couldn't let a small quandary like his stubborn phone get in his way. He already lost her once. He already let her slip away, and this time he wouldn't let it happen so easily.

Barry pulled out a photograph from the pocket of his shoddy and grease covered red coveralls. He grazed his finger among her face, stroking it softly, as if it were Mary-Beth in the flesh. He took recognition of her flawless and enthralling beauty. The graceful curves on her voluptuous body. The perfect white teeth, that would make any dentist blush. The pouty and fleshy pink lips that pillowed out like fluffy clouds. Then the eyes, the magnificent eyes that danced. They danced even more whenever she smiled. They were a light, and smokey green color with darker green rims around both the iris and the center. Little teal colored flecks, would move about, making her eyes as unique as they were breathtaking. Her dark brown almost black hair, was a great augmentation, as it made her eyes pop even more. Barry kissed the old, cracking, and deteriorating photograph, and then jammed it back in his pocket.

He took a long sigh, as he gathered his thoughts. He had no idea where he was, but motivation kept him at ease. It soon dawned on him, that he could really have been better off with a map. Mary-Beth would always tease him at just how stubborn he could be. He was a man, and men didn't need directions. He liked to tell himself that anyways. Maybe he should of listened to her rants more. Then he would still be holding her in his arms as they slept. Her warm breath lightly kissing at him like a hundred tiny butterflies, as she laid her head on his herculean chest.

The sands of time depleted, so on Barry walked. The air felt significantly warm, but a cool breeze rushed it's way through. A low grumble spoke up, and the hunger took over as his legs and feet also grew tired. His mouth and throat also ran dry. He then remembered a sign he read a while back. There should be a small rest stop along the highway about 2 more miles up, he hypothesized. He has made some good headway since then.

Aimlessly and without much worry he made his way towards a building in the distance. It appeared to be a gas station, sitting like a desolate cactus in the middle of nowhere. There were a few vehicles parked out. Mostly rigs and work trucks with an odd minivan. Barry then spotted  a 1971 electric blue Cadillac Eldorado. The Classic automobile sat underneath a Prairie Splendor Maple tree on the Eastern side of the parking lot. The bright maroon foliage of the tree, provided a decent amount of shade. He fleetly remembered his first vehicle, also an Eldorado. An older model than the one that now stood before him, it being built in 1959 instead.  His car was a dark green alternatively, and appeared to be in worse shape. The mossy hued paint chipped off in flakes and the rusted front bumper stood on its last limb. Although she was pretty beat up, he loved that car as if it sired it as his first born child. Before he entered the convenience store that rested itself beside the gas station, he took one more quick glance at the classic beauty. A real piece of eye candy, and it almost appeared that she called to him. 

Like she said. 

"Just put your hands on my wheel, baby." 

Inside the gas station were rows  and aisles of condiments, munchies, camping gear, beverages, and other miscellaneous things. The black and white tile floors had been well travelled, with scuffs scattered about. On one end stood the cash register. The cashier working appeared to be an older man. He minded his buisiness, as Barry saundered in. Barry took a quick glance at him and the clerk smiled. The worker then bowed his head as if to say hello. On the other side Barry saw an opening that led to a small diner. There were only a few patrons. Of course it made sense, considering that this place was smack-dab in the middle of nowhere. The fragrant smells of food filled Barry's nostrils, and made his tummy cry in hunger. He didn't have time however, he would have to grab something quick from the convenience store and continue making his way, but first he needed to get some directions.

Barry grabbed a bag of Doritos, a hero submarine, and a large bottle of water then made his way up to pay for the items. He asked the man working the till if he knew how to get to Lethbridge. After a quick, and detailed explanation he then understood the best way would be through the coppice. After that there was a shortcut through a back road. He had to drive through the woods on a road until he witnessed a gravel road to his left. About 15 clicks or so it would take. Once he found the gravel roadway, he would go down it, and would see himself crossing a bridge. After the bridge, the clerk instructed Barry to keep following down the gravel road the same way. He was then told to keep following it until the forest surrounding him got less dense. It shouldn't be a problem to find at that point, Barry was ultimately told.

Barry thanked the polite man, and earlier learned that his name was Ramon. With that knowledge he was sure to follow the thanks with the man's name, because he found it respectful to acknowledge someone by their given name. He then made his way out the door, and continued walking into the parking lot. It wasn't long before he once again noticed the lonely Eldorado Parked underneath the tree. She smiled at him, or at least that's how it seemed. The two door convertible's fresh looking paint glistened in the sun. The fender skirts, made the car appear heavier than his previous model. It definitely was much more appealing to the eyes, then his run down 3rd generation El Dorado. Barry's next plan was very impulsive. He didn't give it much thought, but his mind told him it had to be done.

Slowly he stalked towards the automobile, keeping his eyes focused on the door of the establishment that he just came from. Luckily for him the convertible's top was down, making his scheme much easier. He lifted his hard body over the drivers door, then sat down. The seats felt nice and cushioning underneath his glutes. He has been walking for what seemed like 2 days straight, and it felt nice to just sit and relax his aching muscles.

As if he were a professional car jacker, Barry hotwired the car with much anticipated ease - minus a small zap to the end of his nose. The engine purred delicately like a kitten. He now felt utterly accomplished as he pulled out of the driveway. No guilty conscience whispered back, only a solemn feeling of consummation. Not only will he be cutting his traveling time in half, he will also be back to Mary-Beth much sooner. He could reach his deadline, with time to spare. He beamed in triumph and with pure satisfaction. This adventure became much easier now, and with indecent acts to blame.