I've had my car back for a little over a week now. Nothing was too terribly wrong with it....I had to replace two tires, and get my car realigned. Last night in Dallas a man pulled up to the lane next to me and said that one of my tires was on the verge of being flat. I pulled into a gas station to verify, and the stranger was correct. I am VERY glad he took the time to let me know because I would have been in Dallas a lot longer than planned. Fortunately, the trouble tire wasn't one of my new ones! The last time I had tire troubles my #1 mistake was not having my owners' manuel in the car. I had that, but I didn't have my tire pressure gauge or air pump. Lesson #2 learned. We drove out of the way, but finally got things fixed.

I had to take my car in the shop today, and they showed me that the second layer of rubber was showing on the back tires. I bought two more tires, and now I have a complete set! Why couldn't I have fixed this all at once?

While I was at work today, I made up my mind that I would come home and blog. At that point I was in the mood to blog even though I had nothing to talk about. Now that I have something to talk about, I have decided to cut things short in order to avoid a griping session...

I have no car. My tire blew out while I was dropping Justin off from our walk tonight, and of course, I had to pull over to the side of Pearl Street. (a street where all the crazies drive) I don't know how to chang a tire, so Justin called Dave to help us out. (Dave seems to know a lot about cars, and I am very thankful that he came out to help) We called the police to our aid so that the crazies wouldn't run us over, and Dave attempted changing my flat tire. Yeah, the first thing he said was, "I'm not sure how to change a car's tire...I've only done trucks." I let him do it anyway. The jack fell over twice allowing my car to make a not-so-soft landing on the street both times. The police officer advised us to call a wrecker...he made the call for us...the wrecker used his truck to lift my car, changed my tire for me, and sent pitiful me on my way no charge. The wrecker did take the time to tell us one thing:

YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE EMERGENCY BREAK ON TO CHANGE A TIRE!!!

I did not know that, but lesson learned. Dave then pointed out that the jack actually said that little tidbit of information on it.....he then pointed out that it was funny he didn't see it when he read the rules on the jack the first time. Yep.

I'm not really angry or anything, but I am hoping that no harm was done to my little piece of trash car.

Afterall..."Ford is the BEST in Texas."



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