Aflat tire is aggravating anywhere but on I-94 20 miles west tire wrench of Fargo it is really aggravating. Things were going great and I was heading home at 75 miles an hour, confident I’d be home in daylight when my pickup shuddered violently with a blown tire.
The only tools I had with me were the kind invented by a sadistic GM engineer; you know the flimsy tire wrench, a jack made for a child’s tricycle, and a collection of rods when connected are supposed to let the spare tire down. It was cold, very windy, and the truck traffic was heavy. I made a feeble attempt to get the spare tire down then thought to myself, “I have AAA insurance, I’ll call for help.” I have never used that insurance, but had an image in my mind of a professional mechanic in starched white coveralls that would soon come to my aid.
