Yesterday I had a tire blowout, which was inconvenient. The fact that it happened on interstate I-90 made it extra inconvenient and fairly dangerous! I was able to pull pretty far off the road, but the traffic whizzing by was still way too close for comfort.
The problem with getting a flat tire on the interstate, is that no one is likely to stop and help. This is unlike other times I've had flat tires. Maybe it has to do with being a woman, or the general air of cluelessness I exude, but in the past I've always had guys stop and offer assistance. A couple of times, before I even had the trunk popped to take out the spare tire!
This time I called the friend I'd been driving to meet. He agreed to come help, but he was more than 25 minutes away. Thus, motivated by a strong desire to get off the interstate and away from the traffic speeding past my stranded car, I decided to try to change the tire myself.
I had a little trouble with the jack thing, and a lot of trouble getting the wheel off once I'd removed the bolts. But after a few well placed kicks and a good deal of swearing, I was able to get the job done. In the end, my friend showed up just in time to throw my shredded tire in the trunk and add some torque to the bolts I'd tightened.
So I averted a disaster, and picked up a new skill in the process! Now...how to phrase it on my resume?
3 comments:
You forgot to mention the new "pet" you picked up while changing your tire.
Getting those lugs off without the help of a breaker bar is no mean feat. You are a monster! DONNA ANGRY! DONNA CHANGE TIRE! BAD TIRE! DONNA CHEW TIRE OFF WHEEL! BAD TIRE! YAAAAAH!
I am thoroughly impressed!! You clearly have super-powers. Wanna come over and see if you can rebuild the cement that's crumbling under the support pillars in the front of my house? I am certain you can figure out how to do that, too. In return I'll help you with your resume.
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