Last Sunday evening after the conclusion of graduation festivities, I was taking a family friend to Charlotte to catch her flight home. Upon completing my task, I decided to stop in Rock Hill, SC to fuel up and get something to snack on for the remaining, two-hour trip home.
As I exited the interstate (I-77), I was greeted by a heavy thunderstorm and visability dropped to almost nothing. Better to be driving slow than fast, I thought, and then I heard an unfamiliar “pop” and the handling of the car changed. A quick look at the dashboard confirmed my my fear, “Add Air Immediately.” I was able to quickly pull into a parking lot, got out and observed my almost new, but completely flat, front tire.
Swell. I quickly reminded myself it had been at least twenty years since I had (and/or replaced) a flat tire. Good statistics, until that moment.
Did I mention the torrential rain and lightning?
Luckily, I had brought a windbreaker and ball cap so I went to work and completed the task, without even a scraped knuckle, aside from being soaked to the bone.
The instructions on the donut advised not to drive in excess of 50 mph. I was feeling lucky (and knew I was only getting three hours of sleep before I had my own flight to catch early Monday morning) and at times, was actually driving the speed limit of 70.
Changing flat tires. You never forget, just like riding a bike.