One our way out of the Calf Creek area we stopped in that one stop sign town that we had purchased the smores only this time for gas. I was not feeling so well so I slumbered inside for air-conditioning and a PowerAde. As I was walking towards the car Brad’s head was hung low and he was shaking his head. Given the condition we were in I did not think anything of it except that I was nauseous so he probably was too. When I got closer I could tell there was something wrong.
He looked at me and said that we had a flat tire. Well, at this point I was really wishing I were not hung over so I could deal with this problem without feeling sick. We shared the PowerAde and tried to reinflate the tire but this only made the problem worse as a piece of the inflator tube fell of. So, that can not be a good sign. We decided it was time to get the ole’ spare out. We got everything out and began the process. It seemed like my jack was way too intense, and of course we were missing the jack handle so we had no way to pump the jack. Who takes the jack handle out of a car and do
es not replace it? So poor brad used a screwdriver and manually turned the jack. The bar of the screwdriver was digging into his hands and he had to stop to wring his hands after a few turns. He ended up extending the jack and successfully swapping the tires. Now we were hoping this tiny town had a tire place and to our surprise there was one store that seemed to have it all. Not only was it a gas station but it was a sno shack, a grocery store, a subway, and a mechanics. The mechanic let us know that our problem was one that he could fix if we did not mind waiting for him to be able to fit us in. When asked how long we said and hour or two. Now this may not seem ideal but we were relieved. With the way things had been going for us we expected him to say a day or two. We agreed and we seeked refuge in the Subway. We each had a sandwich that I was hoping was going to stop the throbbing sensation of my head but it did not. We sat in the air-conditioned building and charged our phones and I was able to work on this blog page that you are reading right now. So it was not a problem at all. When the mechanic was finished I was nervous to look at the bill. To our surprise we did not get ripped off either. It was only $11 to fix the problem and he even put the tire back on for us. We were soon on our way. Due to our most recent unexpected surprise we had to cut out Bryce Canyon. We were a little saddened by this but we were glad that the problem really did turn out to be a small and easily fixed one.
One our way out of the Calf Creek area we stopped in that one stop sign town that we had purchased the smores only this time for gas. I was not feeling so well so I slumbered inside for air-conditioning and a PowerAde. As I was walking towards the car Brad’s head was hung low and he was shaking his head. Given the condition we were in I did not think anything of it except that I was nauseous so he probably was too. When I got closer I could tell there was something wrong. He looked at me and said that we had a flat tire. Well, at this point I was really wishing I were not hung over so I could deal with this problem without feeling sick. We shared the PowerAde and tried to reinflate the tire but this only made the problem worse as a piece of the inflator tube fell of. So, that can not be a good sign. We decided it was time to get the ole’ spare out. We got everything out and began the process. It seemed like my jack was way too intense, and of course we were missing the jack handle so we had no way to pump the jack. Who takes the jack handle out of a car and do
es not replace it? So poor brad used a screwdriver and manually turned the jack. The bar of the screwdriver was digging into his hands and he had to stop to wring his hands after a few turns. He ended up extending the jack and successfully swapping the tires. Now we were hoping this tiny town had a tire place and to our surprise there was one store that seemed to have it all. Not only was it a gas station but it was a sno shack, a grocery store, a subway, and a mechanics. The mechanic let us know that our problem was one that he could fix if we did not mind waiting for him to be able to fit us in. When asked how long we said and hour or two. Now this may not seem ideal but we were relieved. With the way things had been going for us we expected him to say a day or two. We agreed and we seeked refuge in the Subway. We each had a sandwich that I was hoping was going to stop the throbbing sensation of my head but it did not. We sat in the air-conditioned building and charged our phones and I was able to work on this blog page that you are reading right now. So it was not a problem at all. When the mechanic was finished I was nervous to look at the bill. To our surprise we did not get ripped off either. It was only $11 to fix the problem and he even put the tire back on for us. We were soon on our way. Due to our most recent unexpected surprise we had to cut out Bryce Canyon. We were a little saddened by this but we were glad that the problem really did turn out to be a small and easily fixed one.
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