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Saturday, January 30, 2010
Getting a Flat Tire Really Blows
So my hero of the day, is Rondey. Today, I went to my bestest friend Nicole's house to make some way awesome cards for Easter for my family. They turned out pretty cute. Then I left, and was driving down the street when I realized I had forgotten my phone. As it turns out, I am really glad I turned around and got it. Nicole and I live about 45 minutes away from each other. So on my way home, after getting on the freeway, I got a flat tire. I was singing along to the radio and enjoying the drive, when all of a sudden, I hear something strange. I turned off the radio, and thought, "What the heck is wrong with my car!?" I may have sworn too. But that's beside the point. I pulled over to the side. After I stopped, I could smell it. Burning rubber. Yep. Flat tire. "Who do I call? Who do I call? Oh, yes. Rodney!" Hopefully he will be in town. He lives near where I pulled over. My hands were shaking as I found him in my contacts list. I didn't really understand why, but pulling over to the side of the road all by myself is not exactly relaxing. After calling my brother (he said he would come right away), I called Mr. Jones. He was still 30 minutes away, so what could he do? He was making dinner, and said he wanted me to call him when I was on my way. I was just past the 53rd South Exit heading North. Although I had told my brother this, he got on the freeway using the 53rd South on ramp, and totally missed me. He called me while I was jacking up the car, so I missed his call. Called him back and explained better where I was. He arrived soon with his own jack and had me unjack the car, changed my tire and I was back on the road in no time. My hero. Thanks, little brother! People certainly did not appreciate my having to drive 55 miles an hour on my spare tire. Screw them. I don't enjoy driving like a Grandma. In fact, I bet my grandma drives faster than that. Oh, well. I was just relieved to be home.
Yeah. I did a number on it. Don't drive on you tire when it's flat.