One of the delicious things about going into New Hampshire is crossing the Oyster River. There are two bridges. I had just been in town a couple of hours when I stopped to visit a close friend. About one mile from my daughter's home, I heard a enormously loud sound coming from the right rear section of my car.
There was no where to pull off so I stopped on the bridge. Emergency lights flashing, of course. The tires, all of them, seemed fine. I drove a bit further. Then I noticed it. A very flat tire. AAA came in twenty minutes and replaced the punctured tire with the donut. Punctured into the tire was what appeared to be the grab bar from a large truck, possibly an 18 wheeler. Punctured and twisted. The mechanic struggled to remove it. The tire is wasted.
Tomorrow, I will get another tire at the dealership. Then I am off to a block party in Maine.
I am happy to be here, appreciative assistance came promptly. I am also grateful to the young hottie - oh was he hot, who stopped to see if I needed help. I am happy to be with my family. Hapy indeed!
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