When it rains, it pours! Today, I planned to make a four hour drive to the second largest city in the state, with two of my âgrand-daughtersâ and their mother. Closest gas station has a nasty habit of running out of gasoline, so I drove another 5 minutes to the next village. Instead of driving through the town, I took the new by-pass around the town. As I came around a sharp turn, there was a piece of curbing in the traveled path.
No need to point this way and that. It was theoretically avoidable and I simply did not avoid.
The right front tire immediately gave up the ghost. So, I pulled over in a grassy spot and started to work. The scissor jack was really hard so I was struggling. An old quarry worker came by and physically shoved in to help, though I preferred he did not
Um, okay, he got the wheel off and the one from Sunday with the old tire on it, back on. Somehow we lost a lug bolt for that wheel. Those are hard enough to buy in the USA, not sure if itâs possible here.
He looked back, and turns out the right rear tire had also gone flat. That is a mystery to me. It didnât get hit that hard, but I guess it was hard enough to make it go flat.
The only spare left was the bicycle thingie underneath.
He took the lug wrench and went back and started taking off the lug nuts. WITH THE CAR NOT JACKED UP. I kept telling him, No Mas, and he kept nodding yes and kept taking lug nuts off. As he was finishing the third one, the repeated NONONONO finally soaked in. It was scary.
I think this was another example of the Dunning-Kruger effect, where he simply assumed I was some sort of idiot who did not understand those nuts had to come off to get the tire off. No matter what was going to happen to him or the car when it fell.
About then two other quarry worked came along. They did understand how to change tires. But, I couldnât find the five sided adapter to let the bicycle tire thingie down. Finally success.
They did stiff me for 200 pesos, about $12 USD, for a few minutes of work I would rather have not had help with. But, when I think what it would cost in the USA, it didnât seem so bad.
Now, decisions. I am taking those two tire sets to the tire place and have him take them off and examine them. I am not sure if one can tell internal damage by visual inspection or if I should just fork out two hundred dollars for two new tires. I know some of you will have some really good opinions with really good logic behind them, but it is still a scary decision to be made. In the USA with a number of 750 mile days on the Interstate, it would be a no-brainer. But, most of my driving here is around 38 mph or less, except 3 or 4 trips a year on the cuota at around 60 mph for maybe 50 miles. My first thought is to buy new ones. When you mess up, you take your medicine.
I will look for a new scissor jack when I am in the city.