Interstellar Adventures

July 16, 2008

Her Big Sister in a Shining SUV

Filed under: Family & Friends,It's Me, Lass — by InterstellarLass @ 9:10 pm

This evening, my sisters and I were supposed to head over to my mom’s house and help her with some stuff. So I changed after work and was headed for the elevator when my phone rang. It was my mom, and I figured she was checking on my ETA. Instead, she informed me my sister had a blow-out, and was stranded on the side of the freeway. I immediately assured her I would get to her and get the tire fixed.

So I called my baby sister, and she was on the verge of tears. She’s young, and was somewhat unprepared for the situation. OK, totally unprepared for the situation. No spare, no jack. But, her phone was charged AND she had the tire key. I took control, came up with the plan, and calmed her down.

I located her, but due to some fouled up issues with the road, I was only able to get within about 100 yards of her car. Doh! So I called her and had her walk over to my car, then we toured the other side of the freeway and came back around.

Her tire was totally shredded. She’s really lucky she didn’t lose control of the car. So I got out my (manual! ugh!) jack and got the tire off the car with no issue. We drove to Wal Mart (yes, Nick, I actually by CHOICE entered a Wal Mart – it was for a good cause) and got the replacement tire.

We got back to her car, and I put the jack up all the way. But the tire wouldn’t fit. Crap. The angle of the car on the roadside put the right rear section of the car lower than the rest of the car. I decided to try to move the jack as far to the left as I could (about 4 inches), to see if that would give me the angle I needed. And it just barely did. Otherwise I was going to be calling emergency roadside assistance. All the nuts got tightened up properly, and she was ready to go.

And lest you all wonder if mankind is still helpful, they are. Before I arrived, four people stopped. Then, after I got there, another guy stopped (just as I got the tire off). And, as I was tightening down the last nut, another guy stopped. But, it’s all good. I had the knowledge and the ability.

So, the tire we got tonight will get turned into a full-sized spare that WILL be put into my sister’s car. We WILL make a trip to an auto parts store to buy her a jack. And we WILL be having a tire-changing lesson in the near future. And Elle WILL watch. Go Girl Power!

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4 Comments »

  1. You rock!

    Stuff like that still makes me want to cry, and I’m 37. So, I guess that will never change for me.

    Comment by Jen — July 17, 2008 @ 11:39 pm |Reply

  2. People stopping to help with a blown tire can be a double-edged sword. I had a flat once, no one stopped. Well, one stopped and I was sure he was a murderer or rapist.

    On the other hand, I was with someone in NYC and as we were leaving the Holland Tunnel, we hit a pothole and ruined the tire. It was dark, we were sure someone was going to hit and kill us both. That didn’t happen but no less than 5 people stopped to ask if we needed help. My faith in humankind was restored.

    Comment by carnealian — July 18, 2008 @ 4:11 pm |Reply

  3. Good for you! I wouldn’t have been able to do that.

    Comment by raehan — July 19, 2008 @ 9:50 pm |Reply

  4. I’ve stopped before to help, if it’s women and children. If it’s a guy, I figure they can handle it. Though several years ago, one of my guy friends had a flat and had to call his parents to come change it.

    Comment by Bone — July 21, 2008 @ 10:05 am |Reply


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