Of course, this happens during the 24 hours that my parents are out of town.
I slept over at Molly’s house last night so I wouldn’t be alone for a whole night (yeah, my parents worry like that). I pulled up to Molly’s at around 9:30 p.m., and got out of the car.
About to open the back door to get my stuff, I heard a hissing noise coming from the back left tire.
“Hissssssssssssssss,” said the tire.
“Hmm,” I thought. “Tires don’t usually make hissing noises.”
Just as I suspected, the tire was flat (well, flattening). I rang Molly’s doorbell, greeted her and her mom. “Um, I think I have a flat tire,” I said. “What makes you say that?” Molly’s mom asked. “Well,” I replied, “It’s hissing, and it looks pretty flat.”
As Molly and her mom were completely clueless on what to do, I called my dad, who worked for AAA for 20 years. We made a three-way call to AAA, when they took down all my information and told me they’d be there within and hour and 20 minutes to help.
Immediately after I hung up, I got a call from another AAA employee, making sure everything was okay. It was.
Molly and I went downstairs to watch the nailbiting Illini game, and a few minutes later, I got a call from AAA again. They were outside waiting for me.
I had a spare tire in the trunk (along with jumper cables…always good to have…and as my dad always says, “Even if you don’t know how to use them, someone else will.”), so the AAA guy easily took out the old tire and put in the new one. The old tire had a small slash in it, as if I drove over some small piece of metal. The new tire is very small: “This tire is a 30-40 mile maximum tire, so don’t be crusin’ around,” the AAA man said. “Don’t worry,” Molly said, “She isn’t one for cruising.”
[Someone asked me today if the car was slanted because one of its tires was much smaller. It wasn’t.]
Moral of the story: learn how to change tires. REAL moral of the story: get a AAA membership card, and someone will do it for you!