Glad I have AAA. I couldn't have changed that tire on my own. I couldn't even FIND the tire on my own-- it's hidden under the van on the right side, which I never would have figured out in a million years. AAA is totally worth it.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The tale of the tire
My kids talked me into going to see the Holiday Lights display on the boardwalk at Virginia Beach. It's about a forty-minute trip over there, and I whined and complained, but eventually agreed. Since it was the last night, there weren't very many cars lined up, and I congratulated myself on an easy, relatively uneventful trip. But as we pulled off the boardwalk onto the road, I heard a distinctive and unpleasant thump-thump-thump sound. I pulled over and checked, and sure enough, my right rear tire looked like this:Pacific Avenue in Virginia Beach is not the greatest area to be stuck in, but fortunately we were in a well-lighted location. We called AAA, and when the guy got there (quite quickly, too), he discovered this lovely big nail in my tire:I obviously wasn't going to find someone to patch my tire at ten p.m., and my van has a compact spare. So I had to drive home (all on interstates) at fifty miles an hour. Fortunately, it was late and there wasn't a lot of traffic. And we made it home with no problems, for which I was quite grateful.