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WHAM! Argh.
May. 17th, 2007 12:28 amDriving home tonight, almost to the St. Joe exit, and I notice that there's a truck 50 feet to the right of the highway, pointed away from the highway, kinda sticking out of some trees. Perhaps I was distracted by the sight, but I didn't see the thing on the road, probably left behind by the accident that caused the truck to be there. But I definitely felt it! And within half a mile, I could feel that I was losing a tire, so I pulled off on the exit ramp. Sure enough, the right front tire was pretty much flat. Of course it's the brand new one -- I'd just had to have one replaced due to road damage (I hadn't even noticed what I hit, but there were two huge knots on the inside sidewall, and I'm surprised the tire hadn't blown before I got it replaced).
So I go through the rigamarole of getting everything out of the way to get the toy jack and toy spare tire out. I get the jack in place, the car up, the lug nuts off, annoying but no big deal.
And I can't get the tire off. It's like it's welded on. I'm afraid something is damaged and if I try any harder to get it off, I might break the car worse, so I need a wrecker. But I don't have road service, so I don't know who to call. I decide it's just early enough that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
birder2 might still be up, so I call, and she answers, but I can't seem to convince her to look one up in the phone book and tell me the number. She says she'll drive out and meet me.
While I'm waiting, a sheriff car pulls up, and the officer gets out and checks the situation out. I explain. He looks at the wheel, and recommends that I kick the tire. I already did, but what the heck, I try it again. This time, of course, it moves, and in seconds the tire is off, just like it was supposed to be, and in another couple of minutes the doughnut is in place. Butbirder2 is supposed to be on her way. The sheriff wants to stay there to make sure nobody runs into me on the ramp. I don't want to leave until she gets there, because it would be pretty crass for her to come out and me to be gone. So we wait another 10 minutes or so. She arrives, I say sorry, we all drive away.
( insult to injury in my mailbox )
So I go through the rigamarole of getting everything out of the way to get the toy jack and toy spare tire out. I get the jack in place, the car up, the lug nuts off, annoying but no big deal.
And I can't get the tire off. It's like it's welded on. I'm afraid something is damaged and if I try any harder to get it off, I might break the car worse, so I need a wrecker. But I don't have road service, so I don't know who to call. I decide it's just early enough that
birder2 might still be up, so I call, and she answers, but I can't seem to convince her to look one up in the phone book and tell me the number. She says she'll drive out and meet me.While I'm waiting, a sheriff car pulls up, and the officer gets out and checks the situation out. I explain. He looks at the wheel, and recommends that I kick the tire. I already did, but what the heck, I try it again. This time, of course, it moves, and in seconds the tire is off, just like it was supposed to be, and in another couple of minutes the doughnut is in place. But
birder2 is supposed to be on her way. The sheriff wants to stay there to make sure nobody runs into me on the ramp. I don't want to leave until she gets there, because it would be pretty crass for her to come out and me to be gone. So we wait another 10 minutes or so. She arrives, I say sorry, we all drive away.( insult to injury in my mailbox )