Many years ago, before she met me, my ex-wife Linda and her girlfriend decided a jaunt into the desert would be fun. Her old car was NOT up to high-temp conditions and gave up the ghost in the middle of the day and the middle of nowhere. This was 1982, no cell phone (probably no reception, anyway). No extra water packed. No backup anything (Linda was an ensign — nuff said?). Girlfriend proceeded to full hysterics and was less than helpful. A car wandered by in short order, so happy ending.
However. Eight years later, married and driving across the Great Salt Desert together on the way to California, Linda made DAMN sure we were fully gassed up, the radiator was topped off, and there was extra water in the car before we left the green leafy countryside. ❗