I’ve never had a blow out on the road, but I’ve changed flats before . The first time my mother borrowed my new car, she returned it to me with a flat. *Gee, thanks, mom. So, you felt it as you went over the nail? Mmm hmm. And people were hailing you at red lights to tell you you had a flat? I see. So you decided to drive back to me, yes? Oh, perfectably reasonable. * :rolleyes: (She had a cellphone. I had a cellphone. She should have called me.)
And it didn’t end there - she had returned my car while I was at work (we swapped cars for the day, as her RV was much too unwieldy to drive to the hair salon). I knew the tire was flat, but put off changing it until the end of the day… which for me, meant after most of the office had already gone home.
As I hadn’t changed a flat before in this particular car, it took a moment to locate the jack. I gave it a tug… and then another… and then I was outright swearing because I couldn’t get the damn thing out of my car - the bolts holding it in might as well have been welded together. I was all alone in the parking garage, with a flat tire and a shiny new car jack mocking me from its secure little cubby hole inside the trunk.
So, back to the office I trudged, to borrow a jack. Now, despite being 26, I look like a 16 year old boy and have a certain delicacy to my build, and especially my hands, that makes most people assume I can’t even unscrew a pickle jar. Anyway, I found a couple guys I knew to help me, but they insisted they try to remove my jack, rather than lend me one of theirs. “Azul, we’ll help you out,” they smirked. “Don’t want you to hurt your hands.”
Cut to the garage again, now with two guys swearing at the jack and one fighting back "I-told-you-so"s. In the end, I ended up borrowing one, after all. I continued to have my revenge on my comrades, as none of them were able to loosen the lugnuts. They grudgingly deferred to me as a “last resort”, and I popped those suckers right off. I may have bony fingers, but there’s nothing wrong with my wrists!
The next day, I had the guys at the tire shop remove the jack for me. “Holy crap, no one would have been able to take that out by themselves!” It now rattles in the trunk as I drive, but I can at least use the damn thing, should my mother ever borrow my car again.