We got a flat tire that was so bad it was shredded. How does this happen, you say? Well, we were driving on a gravel road (translate: rocky river bed) where the sound of a flat is drowned out by all the rattles and squeaks, so we discovered the flat way after it could be saved.
No problem!
I spent much time getting the proper tools set up for changing a flat last January after my first flat, or so I thought. I should have actually tried to change a tire. We were missing one little tool that prevented me from accessing the wheel lugs.
Damn! So close!
Not to worry. Someone stopped and took us to a mechanic who would drive up and change the tire.
Two problems.
First, we had to wait until his brother-in-law returned with the truck in five minutes. So I sat in their living room for a hour. But you knew waiting is a given down here!
Second, I being a man, would not get to change my own flat. Does it count if I threw my back out watching them change it? No, I thought not. I have broken the Laws of Man.
Panama gives and Panama takes.
While we were working on the flat, 2 additional people stopped who also would have helped, if needed. Too bad we didn't wait for the 3rd person because he is a mechanic and could have saved us the trip to town and the mechanic.
But then, I wouldn't have met a new mechanic!
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