Kevin (the same Kevin I met a bear with) and I are in the woods, camping, when we stumble across some redneck terrorists. I think we had actually come up here looking for them, to stop them. They catch us under an overpass which is in the middle of the forest.
We're dragged back to where all their trucks are-- and my truck is there, too. We get tossed inside. There are two .44 revolvers in there. Kevin snags one and hides it; they remove the other.
Then I remember that, earlier, Kevin had planted some thermite on the sparkplugs of my truck. They try to drive the two of us up to some remote site in my truck, where they will kill us in an "accident", but the thermite is causing the engine to overheat. So the guy stops to get some water at a gas station. He takes the keys with him, but fortunately I have a spare key. Kevin and I bail into the cab, start my truck up, and book, ignoring the heat of the engine-- concerned only with getting away.