Last Thursday morning around 7:30 am, my cell phone rang. It was my daughter...."Mom, it's going to be a beautiful day today. I'm off. Why don't you come to the beach?"
"Well, Honey is still sleeping but when he wakes up, I'll see if he's going to be around to stay with the dogs. What time do you want me to get there?"
"Ten thirty...great...see you then!"
And according to the local weather, it was going to be a beautiful day..."a perfect beach day," he'd said.
Getting everything done that the Pres would need for the dogs, organized and packed, including myself, I hit the road right on time. Jumping on I-395 North, I sailed past the first few exits and only had two more to go before I get off and take the back roads into RI. It's a much nicer ride...:)
Then it happened. "POP"...that's what it sounded like. There I was with the sunroof open, the windows halfway down and the music playing, yet I heard that "POP." Moments later the tire pressure indicator appeared on my dash. No swerving, swaying, pulling, nothing but seeing that indicator told me to slow down and pull over on 395 where the speed limit is 65 mph.
When I pulled over into the emergency lane, I actually pulled the passenger tires up onto the grassy shoulder because those darn tractor trailer trucks were cruising side by side as the came up and over the hill near mile marker!
Now the calls began....Subaru Roadside Assistance (THE MOST AWESOME, COURTEOUS, RESPONSIVE AND ATTENTIVE EVER!!!), the Pres and of course, my daughter. Of course, I completely forgot that Star-link came with my car...LOL...even though the button is right there...one side for an Emergency and the other for Roadside Assistance.
The responsiveness from roadside assistance was wonderful. In fact, the Pres arrived and immediately after he pulled in back of me, the fellow was there. The Pres took the tire for repair and I drove home with the "spare"...you know a tire that is much skinnier than the width of your regular tire. The beach was off.
Getting home, I unpacked everything from the car, emptied the small cooler and changed my clothes. The garage door opened and there was the Pres, putting on the repaired tire, "Call Jennifer back and tell her you're on your way." So I did.
Gosh, it was "a perfect beach day" just like the local weatherman said.
We stayed late.
just seeing, saying and sharing...
The Beach Run
with you and those at
Oh, one more thing.
This was the first flat I have ever had!
Have you ever had one?