While I was driving down to Sacramento, I had some car trouble. I didn't know what was going on at first; it sounded like a helicopter was right above me, then the whole thing started shaking. I pulled off on the side of the freeway and checked my tires: driver's side front was fine; rear left and right were fine; then--Oh. Front passenger tire was not fine.
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| Front passenger tire |
So I got my spare out (thank goodness it was there because I had not ever looked at it!) and had to search through my owner's manual to find the hiding place for the jack. It was a flimsy thing. Do not recommend.
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| Flimsy jack |
The lug nuts were way too tight for me to remove by myself.
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| It ended up splitting completely shortly after this. I didn't get a picture before the Les Schwab guys threw it away. |
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| A fun little piece of crochet art that lay by my car |
After giving up on changing the tire myself, I called the local Les Schwab, who sent a guy out to change the tire for me. It took him all of five minutes. Then I drove to the local Les Schwab to get a new tire. I'd been watching my tires; the rear tires were due to be replaced. So I ended up buying four new tires! They waived the fee for the roadside rescue because I bought four new tires. So that was nice. That night, I ordered a new jack and lug wrench to be delivered to my sister's house. They are much nicer than the junk that came with the car.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. We spent New Year's Eve with family and I had a dickens of a time getting a good picture with the delay feature on my phone.
