The man's shoes weren't from around there, Steve wore boots well worn and dull, maybe a little too worn in places but still keeping out the weather. Shiny like that would get ruined in snow like this. "Let me take a look," Steve said as he leaned into the drivers door to pop the hood. Lifting the bonnet he examined the engine, humming as he looked at it. He touched it in a few places, like you do when you're a Man who knows Plenty About Engines and sighed.
"Your spark plugs have had it," he said with a sympathetic smile. He knew what a had it spark plug looked like after all, he was sure of it. "You won't get a replacement in a hurry either, not in this weather," he added as he looked knowingly at the sky. Spark plugs didn't grow on trees, in fact they could take days to be special ordered into small towns, it was the way of a spark plug.
"Can I give you a ride?" Steve offered as he slammed the hood down again. "What are you doing out in these parts anyway? We usually only get locals on this road."