our trip went out with….a flat
We left Florida this morning around 10 a.m., with hopes of being home by 6. The Garmin said we’d be home by 5 (if we didn’t make any stops.) The husband had been talking about making a stop to break up the trip, but I pushed through.
And then 30 miles from home, a tire blew out. We were soclose to being home. And all of a sudden, I had a bad feeling, heard a weird noise and said, “I think we have a flat tire.” I immediately pulled into the right lane, and a minute later, we were pretty sure that it was a flat tire. (I’d never had one, and the car wasn’t pulling unless I was going uphill.)
When I pulled over on the shoulder, I said that I could call AAA when my husband said, “don’t you have a spare in the trunk?” Stupid me. Of course I did. And why should I doubt my husband’s abilities to change a flat tire?
After about 45 minutes on the side of the interstate, we were back on our way. We made it home around 6:30 this evening. I already have an appointment to get a new tire (or tires) tomorrow morning at 8.
I took around 800 photos this week and have a lot to tell you and show you, and to remember. It was a pretty fun week. For now, you get only the flat tire story, and the promise that I’ll be back this weekend with a lot of updates!