The other night I was driving home from work and there was an earth shattering BOOM!!! Then I watched as one of my hub caps flew across the road. Ugh! I blew a tire.
It was 10:00, dark, and freezing cold. It was 3 degrees outside to be precise.
I thought about calling a few of my guy friends. I knew they would have to come to my rescue but there was something inside of me that wanted to do it myself. Something inside me wanted to prove that I could be tough.
It took me an hour and 20 minutes. I was so cold. I got the tire off without a problem but I couldn't get my car jacked high enough to get the new tire on. I tried 3 times and then I sat down on the freezing pavement and I cried. The tears were freezing on my face and I looked down and the water in my water bottle had frozen. I decided to call my friend Kevin for some help but my cell phone was frozen. Then I realized that I looked like such a pathetic girl so I pulled myself together, gave myself a pep-talk, and I tried again. And I succeeded!
Now, I know it's just a tire change. It's not a big deal. It's not like I changed out the engine, or did a brake job or anything. But I was really proud of myself. I remember when I first started driving, my dad taught me how to change a tire, change the oil, and check the fluids. Those were the things that were important for me to know. I'm glad he did. Every other time I've had a flat, I've had someone stop to help me. But this time I was on my own, and I'm glad I was able to fix the problem.
It was so cold that night!
And just for some Monday entertainment, please enjoy this bird dance!