
A quick peek into our clean kitchen we left behind.

A view of all our belongings stuffed into our expensive U-Haul. It all fit quite nicely.

This is our first flat tire married. We were all packed, all cleaned, and all signed out of Post when this little piece of happiness happened to us. We had spent long hours already cleaning and packing and just wanted to rest. We were on our way over to our good friend's house, the Sunday before we left, when all of a sudden we hear this thud-thud-thud-thud... "I said pull over, flat tire!" We both got out and were shocked at what we saw. I couldn't get it out without pliers because it, as you can see, is still S shaped. How this sneaky little devil got in our tire, I don't know, but it sure put us back about 2 or 3 minutes. I bought one of those tire plug kits at Wallie-World and fixed it in a jiff. No peanut butter involved.
4 comments:
I like how your truck appears to be filled with nothing but assorted tools, tool chests, and BBQs.
And did your flat tire marry another flat tire or what?
2-3 minutes? Wow that is impressive. I've changed many tires along the highway, and can't top that. You definately should become a THP if you can change it that fast.
I got a flat tire in the Prison parking lot the other week and I didn't have the right tool to loosen the low-profile rims. When Dad and I went back the next day, Dad was wearing an orange shirt (inmate color) and the patrol units were stopping and watching us constantly.
-Eric
That's a nice hook though, you've got to admit that. John
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