Flat tires are a bitch. I don’t care how adept you are at mechanical handiwork, changing it, especially when you have a destination in sight, someplace ya really wanna get to, is a pure pain in the ass.
Worse, yet, is when ya pull out your tire iron, jack and spare, get it all laid out…
And the very first freakin’ lug nut you tackle, you discover it has been rounded off by some heavy with a pneumatic wrench from your last rotation.
At this point, you either quit and call AAA, or rely on experience. Hey, whaddaya know? You can make a shim from anything you have laying around your ride.
The adjustments work on the damaged lug, and so does the jack. The spare has air and tread, due to more than a modicum of diligence, and there ya go.
Back on the road you can pass that Mack truck ahead!
Or take the train. Yes. For this one, definately take the train. Get the heavy equipment out (’cause you’ll need it) Get that sucka right, and roll. Bring John Henry, too…Hell, bring John Henry the horse along, as well.
