Roadhouse

Driving in michigan, we see the road split from dry to wet. The summer rains were coming. Philip presses the gas and we zoom past the air, into the water ahead. He turns the wheel and parks in a lot right next to a diner. We lock the doors and run out of the car into the patio. The onlookers see us drenched as we enter the "roadhouse" grab a menu and sit at the bar.