Monday, July 21, 2008

Spare Tire

I don't know if you remember, or if I even told you, but about a month and a half ago, I was driving south on 395 when my back right tire on the truck blew out. Luckily, it was a Sunday afternoon so there wasn't too much traffic. I called 911, and they sent out someone to block traffic and wait with me while my dad came. I paid close attention just in case there ever was a next time. Well, that next time came today. Kevin is hiking back down from the summit of Mt. Whitney with Sara probably as I type this, so the boys and I made other plans for my day off. I signed up to take a healthy family cooking class through the Wellness Education Series offered to Washoe County employees. Hey, free lunch, and new recipes? I was surprised there weren't more people there (only about 15, and Sean & Ashton were the only two kids), and it was a very informational class. I didn't learn much because I'm a bit of a health nut already, but I did learn some new recipes for kids, and the cooks were super nice. One of the chefs made the boys their own special sandwich- a piece of bread with peanut butter and a half of a banana, which they gobbled up (surprising since Sean doesn't like PB!). And we got to watch how pinwheels are made. I haven't made those for a long time, but you can make them with just about anything you have laying around the house. I digress here. This isn't about cooking, but about the fact that when we walked back out the the truck an hour later, an electric shock shot ran down my spine when I saw that I had another flat. I immediately though, "Crap. Now what am I going to do? Well, at least I'm at the Sheriff's Station, and there are any number of men who would be more than happy to help me get this changed." Then I decided that, no, I want to try to do this on my own and see if I can remember from watching my dad. I did think about still asking someone to come out and watch me to make sure I did it right (which is probably all they could do anyway), but decided against that too, and that I'd only ask if I got stuck. So, I lowered the spare tire, got the truck up on a jack, popped off the hub cap, loosened the nuts, switched tires, tightened the bolts, whacked the cap back on, lowered the truck, and then put the flat back underneath the truck because the one thing I couldn't do by myself was lift a tire that fits an F350. This is definitely an accomplishment for me! The only thing I wish I would have thought to do was take a picture of my filthy hands when I was through...


Turi said...

Gettin' it done - you rock. Way to figure it out. Awesome picture of the boys, standing there scratching their head looking at the jack. Made me laugh.

Corinne said...

Way to go! Sorry I didn't call you back last night, our chat didn't end until 9, and chatting with Chandler is always an experience!

Before I was allowed to drive, I had to change the tire on our huge 4 door dodge pickup. We called it "Hank the Tank" because it was a monster!!

First time I had to change a tire, I was glad my dad made me do that!