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So ever since we got the car back in May, and even before actually, I was all "man this car has shit tires, this car needs new tires." But I didn't insist and I kept meaning to go look (I could feel they were shit from driving) and I never got around to it.
So tonight I drop Pat and his good buddy Chris off at their baseball game (they're in round 2, game 1 of the playoffs) and go pick up the Junior from his Day with Grandma. We head home and about 10 minutes into the 30 minute drive home I hear this awful noise and my left front just drops about several inches and OW the noise and holy crap SPARKS and oh shit clearly I've blown a tire.
I am in the far left lane on the 40 between St. Charles and St. Jean, for you locals. Yeah I got the Loblaws on the right and Petro Canada on my left. I try to steer right knowing if I can get over it's safer but a glance in my rear view says "un uh" and the steering wheel isn't cooperating anyway. I pull to the left and get on the left shoulder, the median.
In retrospect this was actually probably technically safer since that shoulder exposed the (unoccupied) passenger side to traffic as opposed to the (occupied) driver's side. CJ sits right behind the driver.
I breathed for a minute and composed myself, then looked around for the towing signs where they tell you who to call and it depends where you are. I see none, and then I remember I have no cash anyway. Pat is not going to answer, his baseball uniform has no pants pockets so he has no cell phone. I call my in laws and my mother in law sends my father in law.
But there was something lost in translation. They somehow couldn't fathom I was RIGHT IN THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF A HUGE ASS BUSY 6-8 LANE HIGHWAY. So he drove by my 3-4 times looking for me on the right shoulder.
Finally he found me and told me to stay put while he changed my tire.
A tow truck showed up just to check on us and make sure we were okay. He stayed to make sure all was well. A second tow truck showed up since there were two parked cars and only one truck. This ended up being a good thing as one truck blocked traffic and the other helped me and FIL out after we (he) was done with the tire changing.
What a scary dramatic night!
So tonight I drop Pat and his good buddy Chris off at their baseball game (they're in round 2, game 1 of the playoffs) and go pick up the Junior from his Day with Grandma. We head home and about 10 minutes into the 30 minute drive home I hear this awful noise and my left front just drops about several inches and OW the noise and holy crap SPARKS and oh shit clearly I've blown a tire.
I am in the far left lane on the 40 between St. Charles and St. Jean, for you locals. Yeah I got the Loblaws on the right and Petro Canada on my left. I try to steer right knowing if I can get over it's safer but a glance in my rear view says "un uh" and the steering wheel isn't cooperating anyway. I pull to the left and get on the left shoulder, the median.
In retrospect this was actually probably technically safer since that shoulder exposed the (unoccupied) passenger side to traffic as opposed to the (occupied) driver's side. CJ sits right behind the driver.
I breathed for a minute and composed myself, then looked around for the towing signs where they tell you who to call and it depends where you are. I see none, and then I remember I have no cash anyway. Pat is not going to answer, his baseball uniform has no pants pockets so he has no cell phone. I call my in laws and my mother in law sends my father in law.
But there was something lost in translation. They somehow couldn't fathom I was RIGHT IN THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF A HUGE ASS BUSY 6-8 LANE HIGHWAY. So he drove by my 3-4 times looking for me on the right shoulder.
Finally he found me and told me to stay put while he changed my tire.
A tow truck showed up just to check on us and make sure we were okay. He stayed to make sure all was well. A second tow truck showed up since there were two parked cars and only one truck. This ended up being a good thing as one truck blocked traffic and the other helped me and FIL out after we (he) was done with the tire changing.
What a scary dramatic night!
