Before the truck had even staggered to a stop at El Chinero, Evans shouted out the window to Shields, ready with a gas can, "No brakes!"
"No brakes!" shouted the codriver out the other window to Russell.
"No brakes?" asked Shields in one window, Russell in the other.
"No brakes!" replied both Evans and the codriver out opposite windows.
Shields and Russell looked at each other. "No brakes? No brakes!" and with that they dived under the truck as it was being gassed and the rear tires were being changed. Quickly they found the problem: a rock had struck the rear caliper and broken the brake line.
"Can't fix it here." Shields said. "You got any brakes?"
"Just enough to keep from killing ourselves or someone else," answered Evans. "We drove it in here like this, so I guess we can go the rest of the way. Just fill it up with brake fluid. It's leaking so fast that I'm losing my front brakes, too."
Another crew member was talking to the codriver. "You're 45 minutes behind the first car."
"What's its number?" asked the codriver.