Remember this old joke? How many Denver Broncos does it take to change a tire? One, but if it's a blowout, then you need the whole team.
It would’ve been a lazy, easy Sunday morning for me until the phone rang 10 minutes after Somara left for work. I know she couldn’t be there already and I was right. As the picture above shows, her front-right tire burst open in at least two places. We had no luck getting the spare out from under the frame because the lock was rusted shut. Fortunately she pulled over at the Louis Henna exit so we just had to transport the rim to the nearby (blech!) Wal-Mart; the stupid Discount Tire that was right off the feeder is closed on Sundays. It all worked out in the end and Somara was only two hours late for work. The more important matter was her safety and I’m sure her boss will let her make up the lost time.