Utah Trip – First Stop

Wait – that sign suggests we’re in between Flagstaff and Phoenix. That’s not Utah. Yeah, so we were driving along and several things happened, nearly all at once. First, Biska got up, farted, and looked anxious. I wondered if we needed to stop to give her a walk. At the same time, the van dashboard beeped and John said something about a tire, which I didn’t hear.

John said he was going to pull over (for the dog, I thought) and I objected; not along the side of a freeway (because Biska’s a good girl and she can wait), and then he said there’s an exit, and I said ok. There happened to be an exit nearly immediately – in fact, we almost passed it. He took the exit and started to park the van at the nearest possible location. I suggested he go a little further down the dirt road away from the freeway, and he said we shouldn’t. We had a flat tire! Oh. This wasn’t about the dog at all.

Yup, that’s a flat tire.

It was actually a great place to have a flat tire, assuming we didn’t need any amenities. Which we didn’t. I happily walked Biska on the dirt roads while John changed the tire.

Here is John, hamming for the camera. He wasn’t worried. He had everything he needed, including a full sized spare.

He also had a tire repair kit and and an electric air pump. He fixed the flat and stowed it away, in case we had any future issues.

Ironically, during the time that John was fixing our tire, a tow truck came for another vehicle. I’m glad that wasn’t us. That car was barely drivable. The tow truck driver was able to drive it a couple of feet to get it lined up with his trailer, but it was making some crazy engine noise.

We were soon on our way. Thanks John, for being prepared and saving the day!

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