It was the same for us mechanics Peter. On any road move across the Canadian prairies, there would be the inevitable breakdown in the middle of nowhere. We would pull up, and the first word out of the guy's mouth would be: "I'm not the driver....I just signed for it yesterday." We would look West (you could see for about 40kms) the East, and reply: If you're not the driver, then how did it get here?"
Arte et Marte indeed.