After a long day of shopping and driving ppl around the city, we prepare to go back home to Brooklyn. Showing off our latest shopping finds from Canal Street and 34th street, we are relaxed and about 20 min away from our destination when a light comes on the dashboard. A simple (!) and a sign appears "Tire pressure low". Confused since i felt no difference, at the light I get out in the rain and it's not until i go around the back of the car when i see it, the rear passenger tire is as flat as a pancake.
Great
I pull over on a busy street and tell my aunt to call the rental car service #, then spring into action. I've been driving since i was 13 and there were certain things my father, brother and grandfather thought i should know.... How to jump a car, how to check your oil and add if necessary and how to change a tire (the last one courtesy of my big brother). So instantaneously, i take the spare out of the back and ask for assistance from a guy double parked in the car behind me. I haven't changed a tire in years, and these new fangled jacks and lug removers had be confused.
RELUCTANTLY he gets out after he sees me fiddling and noticed it was a car of women two of which were under 18 ( so i guess he figured he wouldn't get mugged). after he pulled out the accessories from the jack i was good to go, and within 30 minutes, the tire was changed and we were back in the car getting warm with hot chocolate. THEN the tow truck came LOL
I was so proud of myself (patting myself on the back), even the tow guy said he would come and grown men would just sit and wait, he was impressed we had it changed already.
You see daddy....I'ma be alright.
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