My daughter left to work about the time I got up. Shortly thereafter, I got a text... She has a low tire and is coming home. Tire was down to 10 psi by the time she got home. She said she could hear hissing. I didn't hear it, so I filled the tire to spec. And THEN I could hear the hissing. She said she told her boss she wasn't coming in today. And it was time for me to go to work, so no time to fix her tire or change to the spare (and she was staying home anyway).
So, off to work I go. On the turnpike, my low tire light comes on! I clicked my dash to display the four tire pressures, and sure enough the left rear tire was down to 27 psi. I pulled off at the plaza that was a short distance ahead. I filled the tire a little over spec (35 psi) with my portable inflator. Got back on the road and monitored the pressures on the display. Uh-oh... that left rear tire is losing pressure... and pretty fast. My exit was only a few miles ahead. I pulled off and into the nearest gas station. Pressure was down to 24 psi. Parked and NOW I could hear hissing from the tire. Crap.
No problem! I have everything I need including a full size spare in my Outback. I've even got a battery-powered impact wrench. This dude is READY!
I get the flat tire off and put it on the ground a few feet behind the car.... Looking at it, I found the culprit. It's either a staple or a folded over nail.
Next I go to pull the spare out of the well in the rear cargo space. Of course a full size spare is a bit bulky and heavy. But I got it, no problem. And then I stepped backwards as I pull it out. You might have guessed what happened next! See that flat tire behind the car? Yep! I fell ON MY ASS over the flat tire with the spare on top of me!
I'm really lucky I didn't get seriously hurt. I did bang my left elbow on the ground. That's the extent of my injuries as far as I know. My pride had me looking around to see if anyone saw me. Either nobody noticed or nobody cared! I got up and dusted myself off and finished the job. At work now.
What are the chances BOTH my daughter and I had flats? Maybe someone dumped a bunch of construction crap on the road in our neighborhood.
So, off to work I go. On the turnpike, my low tire light comes on! I clicked my dash to display the four tire pressures, and sure enough the left rear tire was down to 27 psi. I pulled off at the plaza that was a short distance ahead. I filled the tire a little over spec (35 psi) with my portable inflator. Got back on the road and monitored the pressures on the display. Uh-oh... that left rear tire is losing pressure... and pretty fast. My exit was only a few miles ahead. I pulled off and into the nearest gas station. Pressure was down to 24 psi. Parked and NOW I could hear hissing from the tire. Crap.
No problem! I have everything I need including a full size spare in my Outback. I've even got a battery-powered impact wrench. This dude is READY!
I get the flat tire off and put it on the ground a few feet behind the car.... Looking at it, I found the culprit. It's either a staple or a folded over nail.
Next I go to pull the spare out of the well in the rear cargo space. Of course a full size spare is a bit bulky and heavy. But I got it, no problem. And then I stepped backwards as I pull it out. You might have guessed what happened next! See that flat tire behind the car? Yep! I fell ON MY ASS over the flat tire with the spare on top of me!
I'm really lucky I didn't get seriously hurt. I did bang my left elbow on the ground. That's the extent of my injuries as far as I know. My pride had me looking around to see if anyone saw me. Either nobody noticed or nobody cared! I got up and dusted myself off and finished the job. At work now.
What are the chances BOTH my daughter and I had flats? Maybe someone dumped a bunch of construction crap on the road in our neighborhood.