Car troubles
I've been driving my grandfather's car this summer, and it didn't have any problems until today. Today was a little exciting. @_@
I was doing some errands after work, and on the way from the pet store to the library, the car started to shake a little. And then a lot. And then really quite violently. It wasn't until I heard the tell-tale thunkthunkthunk noise that I realized I must have a flat tire. I was really close to the library at that point, so I managed to make it the rest of the way there and pull into a parking space. When I got out to look, it was a little more exciting-looking than your average flat tire. As in, seriously ripped-up, blown-out.
I called my dad (who's currently in Massachusetts), who told me where to look for the spare and said I should call AAA to come help me, since I have absolutely no idea how to change a tire. Right after I did that, though, a woman drove up and offered to help me change it. I was like, "I have no idea what I'm doing," but she just said "I do!" very confidently and then parked her car (which had several kids inside), got a jack out of her trunk, and proceeded to change my tire. She was a badass mom XD;;; I was so grateful not to have to wait 45 minutes for AAA to send me some creepy guy or something.
I also took a couple of pictures of the tire, because it was pretty exciting...
I have no idea how that happened. XD;;;
The major downside, though, is that I'm supposed to be driving down to the beach tomorrow, and I currently have the little spare tire on the car. So I have to get up at 7 tomorrow and go get a new tire. T^T I was expecting to be able to sleep in at least till 9...
Conclusion of the day: I should learn how to change a tire.
I was doing some errands after work, and on the way from the pet store to the library, the car started to shake a little. And then a lot. And then really quite violently. It wasn't until I heard the tell-tale thunkthunkthunk noise that I realized I must have a flat tire. I was really close to the library at that point, so I managed to make it the rest of the way there and pull into a parking space. When I got out to look, it was a little more exciting-looking than your average flat tire. As in, seriously ripped-up, blown-out.
I called my dad (who's currently in Massachusetts), who told me where to look for the spare and said I should call AAA to come help me, since I have absolutely no idea how to change a tire. Right after I did that, though, a woman drove up and offered to help me change it. I was like, "I have no idea what I'm doing," but she just said "I do!" very confidently and then parked her car (which had several kids inside), got a jack out of her trunk, and proceeded to change my tire. She was a badass mom XD;;; I was so grateful not to have to wait 45 minutes for AAA to send me some creepy guy or something.
I also took a couple of pictures of the tire, because it was pretty exciting...
I have no idea how that happened. XD;;;
The major downside, though, is that I'm supposed to be driving down to the beach tomorrow, and I currently have the little spare tire on the car. So I have to get up at 7 tomorrow and go get a new tire. T^T I was expecting to be able to sleep in at least till 9...
Conclusion of the day: I should learn how to change a tire.