No juice? No more guzzo-- bad. Nevermind the fact Nux isn't aware this thing is running on the sun. The sun, disappearing over the plains like it's taking a dip under the dirt. That's something Nux has never actually questioned. Why does the sun leave and where does it go? It's crossed his mind but it's something else he's never thought to ask.

Doesn't ask now, either, because he's distracted by a hand in his windshield and a finger pointing at one specific lump of darkness ahead. Nux zeroes in on it. Yes, they should look there-- he nods, a quick motion as he zooms toward it. The zooming is decreasing. It's getting weaker, starting to slow to at least half the searing speed of before and Nux gives the pedal a kick like that'll help before they pull up several yards from the shape.

The Shape is something domed. Bright, if not smeared with filth and torn. What is it? Nux gets out and takes some moments to stare at what he cannot know is a tent before he starts to trudge toward it. Curiosity killed the dog.