Mile Wide and an Inch Deep, part 3

Story #3:
I was driving Nathan's jeep to Natalie's house, to spend the afternoon with her and have the chance to see Michelle, my old YL leader, and her son Dylan. I was nervous about seeing Natalie; I can't stand to see people I love in pain, or looking frail. I lose words. I don't know what to do with my hands.
I exit off rt 7 to turn onto 287 when Nathan's jeep just shuts off. And won't restart. And smoke is pouring from under the hood. crap. Immediately this nice old man in a Cadillac comes over and looks at it, points out the obvious overheating/leaking, and offers me a ride into town for a towtruck. This is in my hometown, which until a few years ago only had one stoplight. It is a very small town and I was basically born and raised there. This first became evident when in the two minute drive I had with this guy we discovered he knew my older sister, was friends with my mom (who has a different last name than me) and had actually been to my house when I was a kid. He drops me off at Bridge's towing in downtown. I go in and talk to Mrs. Bridges, who used to be my favorite nurse and the mother of a schoolmate of mine from K through 5. While I'm waiting another kid from elementary school walks in the front door. We say hello. Oh jeez again. A State Trooper sitting in the shop asks where the jeep is. I tell him and he tells me I need to move it or it might get towed. I tell him I'm by myself, it won't start and I'm strong but can't push it and steer at the same time.
Next thing I know I'm riding in the front seat of his patrol car, on our way back to the jeep. That thing has got quite the pickup. We get back to the jeep and he thinks its gross outside so instead of getting out to push me, he thinks it'll be better if he just rams me off the side of the road. Gently. So I'm sitting in the jeep in neutral with no power steering, cranking the wheel all the way to the right and laughing so hard I can't breathe while State Trooper man is positioning his patrol car to ram me repeatedly. His lights are blaring and he's just ramming me. Seriously.
I call a tow truck and who comes but the guy who now owns the shop, yet another person from ELEMENTARY SCHOOL (now my school was 100 kids in K-5. total. 100 kids.) so I ride with him back to the shop with the jeep and we do some catching up. Back at the shop I talk to his mom for ten minutes. Such a bizarre day at this point.
Natalie ends up picking me up (even though she's not supposed to be driving) and it was a hard time for me. I was distracted by the jeep events and then seeing her like that...she just looks smaller. And she's already so small. My heart sort of feels itchy at it all.
Needless to say I didn't get to Charlottesville to see Seth and Ellen, as the car I had was at the shop. Nathan was cool about it; apparently the jeep had that problem previously. Woops.