Wow! Do I HATE flat tires... Tonight my dad and I had to run out and get a few things before my friends and I left for home at 3 a.m. So we picked up everything that we needed at Target and proceeded back to my sister's house. We took a wrong turn and we trying to get back on the right road... all of a sudden... BOOM!! Our tire blow... at first, we thought it was an air plane (because we were driving right next to an airport) But soon came to realize that we had a flat tire... So we pulled over and put our four-way flashers on. We drove on the shoulder until we reached a exit because my dad did not want to change the tire on a dark freeway. We slowly pulled into a church parking lot, which was the only thing that was around, it was secluded area. We tried to change the tire but the donut tire under our car would not come down... so we called my brother-in-law, Ben to come pick us up. But he kind of got a little lost as well, since we had already been lost to start with. We waited there for two and a half hours. Not ONE person would stop and ask us if we were okay. A policeman had been pulling people over into that parking lot the whole time we were there and didn't even ask if he could help us. But, If any of you know my dad he is very fun to be around and we had a great time, talking, laughing and fighting over the radio. Finally, My Ben came and took us back to my sisters house. We can't get a tire until 8 a.m., so we will not be leaving at 3 a.m. And that is the story of a horrible tire!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Flat Tire
Wow! Do I HATE flat tires... Tonight my dad and I had to run out and get a few things before my friends and I left for home at 3 a.m. So we picked up everything that we needed at Target and proceeded back to my sister's house. We took a wrong turn and we trying to get back on the right road... all of a sudden... BOOM!! Our tire blow... at first, we thought it was an air plane (because we were driving right next to an airport) But soon came to realize that we had a flat tire... So we pulled over and put our four-way flashers on. We drove on the shoulder until we reached a exit because my dad did not want to change the tire on a dark freeway. We slowly pulled into a church parking lot, which was the only thing that was around, it was secluded area. We tried to change the tire but the donut tire under our car would not come down... so we called my brother-in-law, Ben to come pick us up. But he kind of got a little lost as well, since we had already been lost to start with. We waited there for two and a half hours. Not ONE person would stop and ask us if we were okay. A policeman had been pulling people over into that parking lot the whole time we were there and didn't even ask if he could help us. But, If any of you know my dad he is very fun to be around and we had a great time, talking, laughing and fighting over the radio. Finally, My Ben came and took us back to my sisters house. We can't get a tire until 8 a.m., so we will not be leaving at 3 a.m. And that is the story of a horrible tire!
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hahah I used to get flat tires all the time. The seal on the tire was not good because my car is like 100000000 years old. My mom bought me an air pump and that solve the problem!
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