Got oil enough?
Juan, you look and see.

Can't afford to run low on oil, stranger.

No, ma'am, there ain't any other road--and if there was another road it'd be worse than what this one is.

No, ma'am, you ain't liable to git off'n the road.

You can't.
You'd git stuck in the sand 'fore you'd went the length of your car." He would walk around them and look at their tires, his hands on his hips perhaps and his mouth damped shut in deep cogitation.
"What kinda shape is your extras in ?" he would presently inquire.