I break this blog-silence to tell y'all a real-to-life true story that happened actually today. Please excuse the quality of the pictures because I took them all with my iPod:) And now, without further ado, I bring you "The Tale of Two Tires" . Enjoy.
Once upon a time, I was driving home from church with my dad and sister when the tire blew.
Being the smart driver I am, I pulled over and turned on the hazards (actually my dad told me too:)). We decided it would be a great teaching lesson on how to change a tire! We got the spare, the jack, and the metal thing (I'm sure it has a name, but I can't think of what it might be at the moment) to take the tire off. One of the families from church graciously stopped to help, and we got the front part off after much pulling, tugging, and turning on the lug nuts.
The jack went right on and we took turns turning it to slowly lift the car up. Well, it lifted fine, but then (as I was taking a turn) the jack bent and the car fell.
We called another person from church and they brought their jack. The tire was leaning toward the left, so it wouldn't come off very easily. All the guys took turns kicking it, but without a hammer, we weren't going anywhere. Also, the jack we were using started bending, so we decided it was better to be safe and once again brought the car back down. We called yet another person from church who brought this super awesome jack.
The jack worked beautifully, but the tire wasn't very cooperative. But after kicking it/hitting it multiple times with a hammer, it came right off:). We got the spare on and the car down, but, then we realized the spare was flat. My dad went with another person to get the tire filled, and finally, without any other problems, we got the tire changed.
And there you have it!! A Tale of Two Tires. Or I debated calling it, "How Many People Does It Take to Change a Tire" :). I counted eight. Thus ending my first lesson in changing tires!
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Hi!! My name is Carissa DeLeon. Daughter number three, child number four, I am 16 years old and a senior in high school. I love writing, coffee, camp, and the color red (also the red team of pretty much anything). Thanks so much for stopping by to read about my crazy, but very fun, family!!