When I was growing up, the farthest we had to travel was to Seely's Bay, a quick 45 minute jaunt over county roads. Now the shortest trips to family involve 45 minute highway drives and many are much further than that. I don't enjoy the driving very much but at least I usually have good company with Kim.
This past weekend we went to Belleville for Kim's Extended Family Christmas dinner. It was a good time, but by 9 o'clock I was tuckered, had a headache. We had an hour drive back to Kingston ahead of us so I was eager to get going. I head out to the parking lot to start loading up the car and a cousin says, "Hey, you're tire is flat."
Well, crap. Yep, the front passenger tire was flat as Coke left open for three days. Turns out another car had a flat as well that night and the current theory is that some punks decided to puncture some tires for fun as the hole in my tire turned out to be in the sidewall and looked like a straight puncture.
Well, we tried pumping the tire back up but we could hear it leaking. There was lots of suggestions and ideas as about 10 family members stood watching me trying to figure out what to do. Gee, after 9pm on Saturday night and no garages open? Who would have thunk it? With our overnight bags waiting for us in Kingston, a hotel was not an attractive option. Someone suggested getting CAA to tow it to Kingston, but that was kind of unattractive as well. Finally a suggestion came up that seemed halfway decent: we would drive the car to Canadian Tire down the road (the air would hold long enough) and then borrow the inlaws van to go to Kingston. They were staying in town anyways and could see to the car in the morning at the service department of Canadian Tire (against my better judgement I might add, but I was two hours from home and without many options). Then they would drive my car to Kingston and meet us there on Sunday.
Yeah, it was a pain in the ass and we didn't get on the road until almost eleven, but we survived.
Barely. *Sigh*
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