March 15, 2010

My Flat Tire



A couple weeks ago I was driving home from my parent's house on US19, talking to Ben on the phone, setting up where we were going to go for a lovely dinner out. We had decided on our favorite Thai restaurant in Palm Harbor where we frequented when we were newlyweds living at our much-loved apartment in Boot Ranch. I was very excited!

Then I heard: Thump, THUMP, THUMP!

My conversation with Ben was as follows:

Alicia: "Boy, somebody sure has a loud muffler."

Ben: "Ya"

Alicia (as I'm searching the sky): "Is that a helicopter? It sounds like a helicopter is really close."

Ben: "Really?"

Alicia: "Oh shoot, I think I have a flat tire. Gotta go!"

Well, by the time I realized I had a flat tire I was on an overpass and had to get over the overpass because there wasn't any space to pull over.

A very nice man in an construction vehicle pulled behind me and put his emergency lights on so no one would rear end me because I was going 10 mph in a 60 mph zone. He looked at the tire and informed me it was barely still attached, I was pretty much just driving on the rim.

Ben and my dad came to save me. However, it took them TWO HOURS to get the spare tire on! Not that I'm complaining but Sadie and I were pretty bored by the end of the ordeal.

But, the worst part of the night - no Thai food! It was nearly 10 o'clock by the time we were done. I wanted that Thai food so bad!!

(My dad can be seen below wearing my mom's Christmas sweater while holding the flashlight for Ben who is laying on the ground.)

6 comments:

Tiffany said...

what a pain. at least you had them to come rescue you. i do love flat tire stories though:)

chante said...

I'm glad this story had a safe, happy ending. Um, when you say your dad was wearing your mom's Christmas sweater... was it her sweater, or did she make it for your dad?

Alicia said...

That was my favorite part of the night!

They were at Joe and Julie's babysitting baby Joseph when I called them to ask if they knew where the spare tire was because Ben and I couldn't find it anywhere! Well, my dad decided to jump in the car and come help us. It was a pretty cold night and he didn't have a jacket, so he grabbed my mom's crazy Christmas sweater and proudly wore that all night.

And that's the rest of the story.

Ben said...

Just to clarify... it didn't take us two hours to put the spare tire on, it took us two hours to 1) put the spare tire on 2) realize the spare tire was flat 3) test the spare tire to see if it would get us to a gas station, but deciding it had no chance 4) remove the spare tire 5) load the tire into Joe's care and head for gas station number one 6) get to the gas station only to find out their air pump is out of order 7) drive to gas station two 8) fill the spare with air 9) return to ground zero 10) put the spare back on and 11) load up and get going.

Certainly a memorable experience, and most of all I was impressed with Alicia how she stayed calm, cool, and collected. Good work Babe!

Ben said...
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Alicia said...

Well, thanks for clarifying!