It all started at 4:00 in the morning. Dad came into my room and woke me up. We were all ready and packed for our trip to Oregon for Christmas to stay with my Grandma and Grandpa. I hopped in the car with my blankey and pillow. We headed off for the 14 hour drive ahead of us. I quickly fell asleep. So a couple hours later I woke up to the sound of my parents talking. We were on a road that had a bunch of ice on it. My parents were discussing which road to take. One was a shortcut, but had more ice on it, and the other was allot longer but wouldn't be as hard on our suburban. So Dad decided to take the shortcut. We had been traveling down this road for a while when suddenly the engine started making a tapping noise. Dad slowed down and listened hard. The crankshaft which is usually tight and snug, loosened up and was knocking, which is really bad! So we pulled over and dad called AAA. We waited about 20 min. And they arrived. So then we started our journey back home. Another 100 miles. So now were home with no plans for Christmas, no suburban, and our clothes all packed up. So, no Oregon after all!