You say, what is this photo all about? I’ll tell you. It’s a nice story.
Last week, the day before my cataract surgery, I was driving along. Feeling a bit on edge, but otherwise everything was as usual. Then, the warning light for low tire pressure came on. And, in my car, there is even a little schematic showing which tire – the passenger front.
Well, in some consternation, I turned around to go home. I had about 5 miles to drive and I had no idea why the tire was signaling for help. The car is just about 6 months old. Surely it should be fine?
I thought of the garage where we have taken our cars for years. Close to home and I knew they would help me out. I managed to get there fine. The tire looked low, and so I was glad to be there. I parked the car at the edge of the lot and went in. Sure, the guys said. Pull the car around and we’ll look.
I brought the car around the corner and to the front of the garage. I got out and went back into the office. We looked out the window at the car. At that moment, the tire finished going totally flat. I saw the rim sink to the ground.
After an examination, the pictured stone was found, driven all the way into a groove in the tire. The guys pulled it out and patched the tire. Some air and it was all fixed. Just like that!
I was so grateful I might have said, “Thank you!” about twenty times. I know the whole staff was laughing (in a nice way) by the time I finished. I am thankful for the help they gave me and so quickly, too. I am also marveling that the car waited until I got to a safe place before the tire went totally flat, and I’m grateful for that, too. As I said, I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind to cope with a flat tire that day.
See, I told you it was a nice story, so that’s why I’m writing it down here. And, I am still wondering how this little rock, not that sharp, found just the right spot in the tire to do this kind of work? It is surprising, isn’t it?