In preparation for our 2006 Family Road Trip out West (see next post), I headed out to the local ATM to get some cash. As I was heading back home, I heard a weird pop from the rear of my wagon and then stopped at a traffic signal (I didn’t give the sound a second thought, since I’ve had an annoying rattle from the rear hatch for a while - and it sounded like more of the same, only a bit different).
So, the light turned green and I was immediately greeted with a “whump, whump, whump” signaling a flat. I pulled over into the median (no room on the shoulder) and got ready to make the change. Car up on the jack, wheel off, spare on (thankfully I have a full-sized spare)…. uh oh….. the spare feels a bit ‘mushy’.
Lovely…..what a great time to find out that my spare had a slow leak and was useless. A quick call to Lupita (who was nearby at swim lessons with the girls) and then to my mom and dad (who happened to be on their way over to the house) brought some reinforcements. They arrived at about the same time and took me home to pick up one of my Winter wheels (thankfully I have another set of wheels for my car for snow use). I was back up and running in a matter of minutes.
Rather than write this off as a random misfortune, I took it as another reminder to add one more item to my pre-trip checklist. I was about to embark on a 2200+ mile trip with the family, and I hadn’t checked the spare on the minivan (never mind that I actually had never really ’seen’ the spare on the minivan since we bought it nearly 6 years ago). Once I located the spare (inside the van, underneath the floor just aft of the front seats), I found my shrimpy spare with about 6 psi - and it needed to have 60 psi. I fired up my compressor and all was right again.
The gods must have been watching.