What could go wrong?
Corn field in Ohio on a beautiful clear day.
When you finally get the heck out of town, you want to think everything will go right. It usually does. But not this time.
Thank goodness I have a newer model car that tells me when a tire is going down, which allowed me to get off the highway before it went entirely flat. That’s the good news. The bad news was that it was a Saturday in Zanesville, Ohio. Apparently, no one in Zanesville can fix a tire on a Saturday.
I got off the highway and stopped at a gas station. They had no air. No worries, there is a tire store across the street. I head over there, but it was closed.
So I Googled tire places, and thankfully, there was a National Tire and Battery just a few miles away. They took my car in immediately. Yes, the front passenger tire was low, they gave it some air. I asked if I could get it patched. Oh no. we don’t have time to do that. Really? They suggested I go down the street to the Toyota dealership. So I drove over there. They were so nice, but no, no one could patch a tire on a Saturday. I should try WalMart down the street.
So I headed down to the WalMart. They were very nice. They might be able to patch it in, maybe, three hours. Maybe. I was not really interested in waiting for a maybe. So I Googled again, and found a company that did road service. So I called them. They could come out. Yay! But then I find out that they only do big rigs, not passenger cars.
Finally, in desperation, I called AAA. Yes they could send someone out to patch the tire. So after a very lengthy time on the phone with them and a 45 minute wait, a service truck finally showed up. No, they couldn’t patch a tire either. So I had them put the donut on the car and I hit the road and left Zanesville in the dust.