After a fun weekend visiting with friends and celebrating Charlotte's birthday, we had planned on spending the day with some of Alison's family at one of her cousin's birthday parties.
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Three kids being less than cooperative |
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No More Pictures! |
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Jackie Playing Rock Band |
Everything was going according to plan until... wub wub wub wub wub wub wub wub... (you get the idea) while traveling up 287. What could this be we thought? It sounded like a truck was braking, or perhaps it was some strange road noise as a result of the recent repaving of parts of the highway? Why does the car seem so draggy on the left side?
Luckily we hadn't gone too far from home, and we were coming up on an exit, so we jumped of to Route 206, pulled into the shoulder to reconnoiter the situation... the verdict was a smoking, disintegrating, flat tire.
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At least one of these readings is accurate! |
Now... having changed a flat on the side of the highway before, this is something I absolutely dread and fear to some extent. I still feel the vibrations of trucks passing what seemed like mere inches from my skull while changing a destroyed tire on I-78 in Pennsylvania, can be a truly terrifying experience if the tire is on the wrong side, the shoulder is narrow (or missing entirely), and the high way is busy.
Lucky for us, there was this strange State Property/Verizon thing a few feet from where we pulled away.
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Taking advantage of all the surcharges over the years... take that Verizon! |
We were able to pull in and take care of business, and with a speed that would make a NASCAR pit crew envious, I got the offending tire off and went to work installing the new donut.
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Holey Moley! |
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It's not a DYFS facility... so fun in the trunk it is! |
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I have eaten donuts bigger than this! |
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Pathetic! | | |
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A job well done |
So... no Birthday Party for us that day, we hit the road and made it back to the house on our pathetic donut tire, I sure do miss having a full sized spare.
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