At the time of this post, just slightly over 24 hours left till Justin comes home.
After dropping the kids off at school (yay! another good drop-off!), I ran over to my insurance estimate office to get a written estimate on the damage to the truck. On my way home, I swung by the body shop to get the truck scheduled for it’s *gulp* $700+ repair and a rough estimate of length of time for repair (“at least four days” is what I was told). As I’m heading home, I call Goodyear to see if they can take me and my flat tire. Yes. I said flat tire.
Yesterday as I was heading home from the pediatrician’s office in my car, I got into the right-turn lane to turn into my subdivision and I suddenly heard that tell-tale whomp-whomp-whomp sound that you typically get with a flat tire. I cursed my luck, and crawled the block and a half into my garage. The kids and I got out to investigate but none of my tires appeared flat. I tried looking under the vehicle to see if I had something dragging, but didn’t see anything. I could not figure out what was making that sound.
I checked again at bedtime and both tires on my passenger-side appeared fine. This morning, however, not so much.
And here are some of my “action” shots of changing the tire all by my lil’ self.
From start to finish, it took me about 22 minutes. The hardest part was getting the spare up-and-out of the trunk (because I was stupid enough to NOT take it out before I jacked the car up), and putting the flat tire in my trunk. But the tire was at least lighter than the dog I heaved-ho into my truck on Friday. I was so freakin’ proud of myself for changing my own tire, I told the guys at the Goodyear place, grinning like a ninny at them, hoping for a “good job, little lady!” Instead, they smiled wanly at me, probably thinking “whoop-dee-freakin’-doo…we change tires all the time, lady.”
Not to be discouraged from their lack of excitement over my new skill (dude, it’s totally going on my resume), I sat in the waiting area for them to quickly patch my tire and do an oil-change. A short while later, they broke the bad news to me: my tire suffered too big a puncture wound to be patched and I would have to replace it. The tire I just bought in October. All I can say is Thank God for Road Hazard coverage. Again. I walked out of there with a bill for only about $68 for the oil change, installation of the new tire, and Road Hazard on the new tire. The tire itself was free to replace…a good $80 savings. I also walked out of there with a $300 estimate for new front brakes. ARGH! So for those of you keeping track, that’s about $1,100 in vehicle repairs…only a little over $200 is covered by insurance (darn that deductible again!). Hence, why I am considering parking my vehicles a little too close to a munitions test sites.
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