Yep, had one today.
Driving around, about lunchtime, and suddenly the car starts shuddering. So I pull over. And guess what? One seriously flat tyre.
Oh shit says I (actually it was worse than that), because we’d had a flat about a month ago, and guess who hadn’t got around to replacing the spare? (slack, I know, and the wife took great delight telling me “I told you so”). Rang the NRMA and organised a tow to one of the local tyre places – an hour’s wait by the side of the road, and then the somewhat embarassing explanation to the tow truck driver (don’t know why its embarassing, but men are supposed to be competent at stuff like changing tyres and car things, so it makes me feel very incompetent when I have to get help like this).
Anyway, got to the tyre place about 5 minutes before it closed, and $230 later, 2 new front tyres. Lucky there, too … a bit later and I’d have been stuck till Monday. Phew!!!!
What better way to fill in a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon, and burn through a couple of hundred dollars?
