Steve had an appt at the chiropractor and then plans for dinner to catch up with some old friends, so I decided I was craving a Casper's tamale (yes I know they are known for hotdogs but I can't stand their hotdogs). I got a couple block from the freeway, thank you green lights, and went to flip a U-turn to get to Casper's. As soon as I got around the turn I knew something was wrong, I pulled into Casper's and checked it out, totally flat!!!
I texted Steve "I have a flat tire" and went inside to get my tamale. I got back to my car and thought if I could get air in the tire I could get home, which was about 10 blocks away. I left and headed for the gas station, which required another U-turn and my car started shaking like crazy. I pulled to the side, turned on my hazards and went 2 miles an hour to the gas station. I got about 20lbs of air in it when the gash became very evident and started spewing the air right back out. So there I was, left foot pressed against the tire over the hole using both hands to hold the nozzle to get air in. I got just about 40lbs of air in when I threw the nozzle to the side (it's retractable) and jumped in my car and took off. I got down the street and then got stuck and a red light, that killed me.
I made my turn, hazard lights back on while being honked at, and pulled over at the first available safe spot (which just so happened to be the same spot my car died on me about 3 years ago). I sat and debated, tried to call Steve even though I knew he wouldn't answer and said screw it, I ate my tamale and it was sooooo yummy, lol!
Steve wouldn't be out of his appointment for at least another half hour and even then his dr was 30 minutes away. I decided I'd change to tire myself and if I had problems I'd call my brother (who was at work) or wait for Steve. I am so so proud of myself, it only took me about 15 minutes and part of the was me having to stand up every once in a while because the squat position just wasn't comfy. Keep in mind I had ton, and I mean tons, of people drive by and not one offered to help. Even a city cop stopped right next to me and kept driving. I was just putting the spare on and reinstalling the lug nuts when some random guy was walking by and offered to help. By this point I was done so I politely declined and thanked him for his offer.
I chucked the flat into the trunk (baby didn't like that) and went home. As soon as I was walking down the drive Steve texted asking where I was, I called him back and said "You'll be so proud of your low maintenance pregnant wifey" and explained what happened. I made my hubby very proud and can't help but pat myself on the back! Better yet Steve got me a used tire yesterday for $31 dollars installed. I'm selling the car in a couple months so I didn't want to put a brand new $100 tire on the car for nothing!
So there you go, my very very long flat tire escapade!
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