It was an amazingly beautiful day yesterday so we decided to take a drive up to the North Shore. On our agenda: hit the farmer's market and chocolate festival; check out the big waves; eat some ono kine grinds, and lastly hang out with some friends. Unfortunately, while looking for parking we heard a big, "POP!" Wonderful. Our back tire went flat.
Luckily for us a parking space opened up and we were able to get our van out of the way. But why on earth was my husband looking down at the FRONT tire when it was our BACK tire that went flat?
Then I heard it.
And then I saw it.
Our front tire was going flat too. It had a big bolt in it and was slowly losing air.
OH-EM-GEE. SERIOUSLY? TWO flat tires? TWO?!?
Then I heard it.
And then I saw it.
Our front tire was going flat too. It had a big bolt in it and was slowly losing air.
OH-EM-GEE. SERIOUSLY? TWO flat tires? TWO?!?
I took a deep breath and realized that everything was going to be okay. Why? Well, because.....
- My husband was with me;
- It didn't happen on the freeway. Instead it happened on a road right next to a state park (where the kids could get out and run around);
- We didn't lose control of the van and therefore nobody was hurt;
- We have AAA BUT.....my husband's best friend lives close by;
- This best friend is a MECHANIC;
- Because this best friend is a mechanic he was able to fix BOTH tires at no cost;
- While the van was being fixed I was able to kill time at the farmer's market. :)
Who knew that our day was going to end like this:
Did I say, "Blessed?"