Thursday night after our writing group, I noticed the car wasn't rolling very well. Fearing transmission trouble, I was slightly relived to discover the rear driver's side tire was flat.
I had almost brought my heavy coat and hat that night, and as I worked in the rapidly falling temperatures I regretted my decision to leave them at home.
But at least the stupid little doughnut spare was in good shape, so after 10 minutes of huffing and puffing and jacking and lug nutting, we were good to ride home.
My plan was to take some time today and get the tire fixed at my convenience, but then I was reminded of a Primary activity in Granbury, 35 minutes away. Driving on the doughnut that far was not an option, so I got up early and made my way to the tire store at 7:00.
Good news! I was done by 8:00, they were able to plug the tire, and didn't charge me. Hooray!
Unfortunately, getting up early to do the right thing didn't pan out in the end. Half way to Granbury, WHAMMO! we had a blow out. Same tire, although I saw the plug and it looks like that was intact. Not entirely sure what happened.
So for the second time in 48 hours I was huffing and puffing and jacking and lug nutting - this time on the side of a busy 2-lane highway. We were already late to the activity, but now we had a good excuse.
Fortunately, I had planned on staying in Granbury while the activity raged on, so I had brought my lunch. Bad news is less bad on a full stomach.
I went to my second tire store of the day and got the tire replaced (not for free) fairly quickly.
Fortunately the ride home was completely free of flat tires. Let's hope the van stays that way for a while.