Grr!
Since my web search on them comes up nil, I'm assuming that dairy no longer exists. Hope they didn't go out of business because of milk crate theft.
I like to think I could do this on my own if I ever had to. If we ever get a flat on a warm summer afternoon, maybe I'll volunteer to try to change the tire.
Beautiful Georgetown. So hip, so happening.
He's kneeling on a Goretex jacket I last wore in the 1990s. I figure it's a good thing to have stashed in the trunk.
Those are called lugnuts.
The first time either of us has even verified the existence of the spare.
Ta-da!
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Excellent! At least it happened with someone fun. It usually happens to me when I'm alone (twice in as many years, and twice more a long time ago). And I can never get those frickin lugnuts off. Too tight.
You guys all need AAA. That's three A's, not two. For something like $60 a year, you call them when this happens, or when your battery is dead, plus you get free maps. -- Pat
A tire? You need AAA to change a tire? Or get a jump? Good grief. I was taught to do these things as part of the responsibility of having a car. When I was 16!
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