Last week, on my way up to Wrightwood, I got a blow out on the freeway. I had allowed plenty of time to get there, but didn't anticipate a nail puncturing my tire. As the steering wheel started to wobble, I put on my right blinker, turned on my hazard lights, and slowly pulled over to the shoulder.
I was thankful that I had charged my cell phone that morning. Both dogs were in the backseat, so I knew Jacques would be protective of us. (It just comes naturally to him.) I phoned Auto Club, and they told me that they were shorthanded. They estimated that it would take forty minutes while for a driver to arrive. They suggested I call 311.
As I was on the phone, a large white truck pulled up behind me. It was CalTrans. A smiling driver approached my window. Jacques began barking violently. I calmed him down, and the man stepped in back of my vehicle, giving us psychological space.
Because I had a spare tire in the trunk, the driver was able to remove the wheel, pump some air into my spare tire, attach it, and we were back on our way. There was no charge. I felt incredibly lucky to have such a helpful service during rush hour in LA. I thanked him profusely and left a glowing review when I arrived home.
Are you prepared if you were to get a flat tire on the freeway? I was glad that I didn't make the trip at night.
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