A Helping Hand

I have a red car, it is parked by the side of the road behind my dad’s Range Rover. It is night. We are stuck on this road, Brother C is there too. The road goes down a small incline and then rises, only when it starts to rise there is a jump in the level of the road. My dad has a makeshift ramp. He is helping me push my car up this ramp. I am in a car with a man. We are driving through countryside, it’s not very picturesque. It is a grey day. He is wearing a thick coat. It is a newly built road. We come to a round about.