I had my first flat tire today, only it wasn’t just a flat tire, I think it exploded...
I had just picked up my grandpa and his wife from the airport in Sacramento and I was coming home on I5 I heard this WHRRRRRRRRR and I could smell burnt rubber. Well I work at a car lot and I know (because I hear the guys mumbling about stupid car drivers all the time) that I knew to get off the road as quickly as possible, so I pulled over, and that is when the fun started.
First we had to find out where all the stuff was, I mean come on, is the first place you look for the jack under the driver’s seat... I mean come on. Then we had to take the stupid hubcap off, witch I have done before and theoretically it should take like a few seconds.... well five min. later LeEtta and I figured out somehow (I am still not really sure how I think we both did something at the same time) how to get it off. Well the rest was pretty strait forward, I mean I have changed a tire before (my dad said I wasn’t allowed to drive until I could at least change a tire, and check my oil and water).
The rest of the ride was fun, we couldn’t go to fast because of the spare, but we made good time.
The worst part, I was taking them to the volleyball game my dad and I were reffing in upperlake. I only missed like the first ten points of the first game which was good because when we were changing the tire I was thinking I would only make it for the varsity game.
I am tired now.
