Sunday, 28 April 2013
Last night. Driving on the highway with my daughter in the back seat. Suddenly, I had a hard time keeping the van from swerving. At first I thought it was the strong winds we'd been having that day (that flipped over a semi on another highway). But then the "tire reset" warning turned on (which is a common occurrence for our van since the tire pressure fluctuates with the weather). I pulled over, thinking I could pump up the tires and/or call my husband, who was also driving home from the same place at the same time.
Turns out, I did not have my cell phone. And I did not have the air pump (plugs into the lighter...best anti-damsel-in-distress invention ever!) And a thunderstorm had been threatening all evening. Before I could even realise the extent of my plight, my knight in shining armour (aka, husband in a dusty Dodge) pulled up behind me. With the air pump.
Lucky me. TWO tires were flat.