Monday - The dashboard showed a red message prompt for a tyre pressure check on my way to a massage appointment in the late morning. Very quickly my ears, like antennae, listened for anomalies and as much as I feared, there was a problem with a tyre which sounded like a flat. I continued on for a bit till I reached a side road. Came out and saw the flat and a rip where the tyre happened to sit on. It's a sports tyre so it didn't look that obvious. Nonetheless, I went for my massage before coming back to call for roadside assistance. This would have been my second time with them with the last in 2009 out in the country farm. It was absolutely boredom to sit and wait.... the next thing I did was looked at the spare in the boot. Not only was there the expected spare, but the whole kit of jack and spanner with a clean pair of gloves sitting there!
I thought it might just be worthwhile to dweedle with this while waiting. First I've to figure out the handy jack and its workings. Then next is the placement of it under the part of the car (which part?). It's rather idiot proof where the label on it illustrated exactly where to put under. If I can do it, so can any heeled ladies. A runner friend quickly pointed out that I wouldn't have to change it in the end as truckies or drivers normally stop to help especially for a woman.... Well, just let me get it rolling first. By the time I get to jump on the first nut, an old bloke walking his dogs offered. Very kind but I waved him on with the comfort that help is coming anyway. By the time I was up to the third nut, a podiatrist came along as I was just parked outside his clinic. He didn't seem to want to go so I let him have it. It was rather odd to see a groomed man in business shirt doing the dirty work. Thank goodness I always keep a big pack of wet tissues. No sweat here.
The All-you-need Kit is neatly kept in another 'wheel'
If the story went in the way of movies, we'll have coffee thereafter and a date...... Haha. No.... that wasn't how real life is especially when I'm not a sweet young thing. A man with half the brain will know that a woman driving a Merc is not going to a single sweet young thing. In any case, I shall visit him one day as his clinic has another podiatrist whom I used to go to.
Now I can safely say I know how to change a tyre! Graduated with flying colours!
