On Sunday I experienced my first tire blowout while driving! Big Bear and I were driving home from my in-laws. I was driving and zipping the curves. It was a beautiful day out and I love to drive along the country road. My car hugs the road and it’s a lot of fun. Until…
Suddenly there was a loud noise. I instantly knew that I hit something. Boy! Did I hit something. I guess there was a chunk of cement covering a pipe on the edge of the road. I’ve never noticed it before, but I guess I ALWAYS come close to it. (I was so informed AFTER I hit the thing.) This time I hit that sucker full force, going a little too fast. Luckily there was a driveway just up the way a bit. This is a hilly, curvy road with many blind spots. It would have been too dangerous to change the tire without getting off the road.
Graciously I offered to change the tire. (I think I could do it) Big Bear just laughed at me. I’m not sure what was so funny, but he laughed. While he was changing the tire he proceeded to tell me that he has changed three tires in his life ~ two of them for me. Hmmmm… what is he trying to say? The one before WAS NOT my fault. That’s all I’m saying.
Big Bear took my car to the mechanic on Monday. I guess we were VERY lucky that we didn’t have two blowouts. The back tire had a knot in it the size of a golf ball. The mechanic was surprised we were able to get to town with that tire. We definitely would have been up a creek had both tires blown out.
This is going to be a story I’m going to have to hear about for the next several Easters, I’m sure.