Chris fought with the jack and then the lug nuts while I supervised for a while. When I couldn't really feel my fingers any more, I relented and went into the staffroom to wait. He got the lug nuts off, but the tire wouldn't budge. (That was even after he took his frustrations out on it) I went out to inspect the situation and we just couldn't get it off, so we went back inside to call for help. As Chris was dialing the phone, I heard some noise by the back door and saw Ken our wonderful janitor going out with a chunk of 2x4 and a hammer. He must have seen us from one of the classrooms, and he beat the crap out of the tire and got it to loosen. Thank goodness for him.
Chris got the spare on and off we "flew" into town. I have to say I was a little nervous travelling with the spare, which next to our winter tire looked fairly wimpy. We had to make it through the Coolies and that was a little nerve-wracking as well. I trust Chris' driving, it's the road that makes me nervous. The first tire place couldn't help us, they were too busy to get to it tonight. It was 5:15. They sent us to another place that helped us right away and for $40, they filled all our tires and fixed the hole. Apparently it was from a small stone. 3 1/2 years up here and only the one flat-not bad I guess. It just was not a great way to end the day.
Hence why you weren't at craft group.
ReplyDeleteI hope your fingers have defrosted as it was mighty cold out there.