It is 8pm, Tuesday night (July 30th). The fourth member of our crew decides they no long want to go and decide to give us a 2 day notice. Thursday, 3am, August 1st. We begin our trip from Michigan to Baltimore. My brother passes out in the back seat and it's just me and my friend awake as we cross the Michigan-Indiana boarder. Clunk. "Do you hear that?" my friend asks me. Clunk-clunk. "Yeah, what's wrong with the car?" My brother, owner of the vehicle, wakes up promptly to the idea that his precious car might be damaged. We pull over on the side of the highway. We don't see anything wrong with it. We decide to press forward, but t