Oh dear! A flat tire!

I have only been scared about having a flat tire once. It happened to me while driving home from class on a Friday about 5:00 P.M., on a bridge, with only a little space between the travel lane and the edge of the bridge, on the drivers side of the car on the back axle. I just knew that I was never going to get that flat changed before someone hit my car, and probably me, too. I got the jack and spare tire out of the trunk when a wrecker pulled up behind me and turned on his emergency flashers and completely blocked the whole lane so that I could change that flat in complete safety. once I got the flat changed I walked back to him and told him that I never would have got that flat changed if he hadn't stopped and did what he did. I thanked him for his diligence in noticing what was going on. He said that a State Police trooper had noticed my predicament and called them to assist me.

Years ago driving home from town, I too got a flat tire. I was able to pull over to the side of the road. I walked to the nearest house (I was miles from town) to call my husband, he was not home yet from driving school bus. So I walked back to the car and got the jack out and was going to proceed to try and change the tire when a school bus pulled over, it was my hubby. He took the school bus home and came back with the truck, changed the tire and we were off again. I hope that doesn't happen again as we have no cell phone. Glad it was nothing serious.

I had a flat tyre a couple of years ago about 7klms from home as I was going out. I was able to empty my boot and get the spare out but there was no way I could get down to change the tyre...my knees simply won't go there. I was so lucky that a family came along and the fellow changed the tyre for me. My phone doesn't work out here...not for another 40 klms or so, I could have been stuck there for a while.

Hi Blue, Glad you were able to call a friend for a ride. Not too long ago while teaching my daughter to drive, we got a flat tire twice in a matter of 3 days. She had this thing with hitting curbs. We were lucky too. The first time, a group of young guys were hanging about and ran right over and offered to help. I was so grateful as it was after midnight. The 2nd time was a little more of a hassle but not bad. We were close to home and mad it home but no more spare tire. I had to get a ride into work and do some creative budgeting in order to buy a new tire. Still, it could have been much worse.

I have same experience like this. I was on my way to visit a friend who is also a mylotter. Then,just few meters away from her house, my tire blast (it stomp on a barbed wire- which looks like intentionally put in the right place) So,i called that mylotter/friend and she came to rescue. Well,the moral is,I never checked my spare tire. Good thing, the auto shop/vulcanizing shop is just walk away. But since I am not familiar with the place,I need that friend to assist me,since she knows the place better than I do.

I had to learn to change a tire, and the oil before my dad would let me get my license many a year ago. I still know how to change a tire, but jiffy lube etc are so cheap that it is not worth my time to do it myself. I have had to change tires, the best was when I was in a skirt and heels on the back roads. This was before everyone had a cell phone. I managed to do it myself, but looked like I had been run over by a car by the time I made it to the party that I was going to.

I was out of the country and stranded in Canada when the engine blew in my van. This was before cell phones. Needless to say, it was a challenging situation.