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Aflat tire is aggravating anywhere but on I-94 20 miles […]

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.

They told me I could expect help in 30 minutes. I waited patiently for 30 minutes when they called back and said it would be at least 90 more minutes before I could expect help. I decided I’d better help myself and went back to work. I got the rods together and tried to crank the tire down but couldn’t get it to work.

Semis roaring by, six feet away at 75 miles an hour were blowing my cap off my head and made my pickup rock in the wind. It was unnerving and I was making little progress until a pickup screeched to a stop right in front of my rig and backed up briskly.