Travel Troubles Part III

Okay so I am little slow with getting to hopefully, my third and final travel troubles post. If you missed the first two parts, click here for Part I, and click here for Part II. They are somewhat necessary to understand our frustrations... because I don't think individually they would be that horrible, but considering that they happened three straight weekends in a row was just too much. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.

And also not that I am superstitious, but I also feel the need to post this so that the travel troubles chapter can be complete and closed, knock on wood we've had good luck for almost two weeks now!

So two weeks after our little ice incident (run in with the big bad barricade), Drew and I were heading to church. It was a particularly cold morning. We were about a half of a mile from our house when we began to hear some pounding or thudding. Drew pulled over, knowing exactly what he thought the sound was. Thinking it was coming from the passenger side of the car I jump out and see nothing - so I tell Drew it's not a flat tire. He quickly gets out to check the other side. Sure enough, a flat tire.

After a few expletive's, Drew pulls over into the nearest parking lot to change the tire. It was a frigid six degrees out! So my poor husband spent a half hour trying to change the tire in his nice church clothes.

The poor guy only had his dressy leather gloves so he had to try and use mine (which were of course destroyed). The first few bolts came off easily, but Drew struggled with the last one. Meanwhile I was either sitting in the warm car, or running around outside taking pictures on his Iphone (hence the pictures) and trying to laugh at the situation. It was so cold he even had to get back in the car a few times to try and warm up. He was also working so hard to get the last bolt off that he broke out in a sweat! (The bolts were particularly tight because they were put on with an air wrench by the tire shop).
(Note the dangling mirror in the picture below)
We eventually did arrive at church about 35 minutes late. So next time you see someone walk in extremely late to church, don't judge. Maybe they had to change an extremely stubborn tire in the six degree cold!

So after church Drew and I decided to head to Target to run a few errands. During the car ride we called our parents to tell them about the whole flat tire (and complain about our terrible luck), and in my head I was thinking: Good things and bad things happen in threes. First we slid on the ice in my car and crashed into a barricade (#1); then we got the flat tire (#2); I wonder what number three will be....

And I kid you not, suddenly there was a LOUD BOOM. We were rear ended. I could hardly believe it. The funny thing was the guy gets out of his car and after he asks if we are okay the next thing he says is "Ya, know you have a low tire." (Because we were driving on a donut). Luckily no one was hurt, and there was nothing more than a scratch on our car. The sound of the impact was much louder and larger than the actual impact. But the noise itself simply startled and stunned us all.

And so I think that was our third and hopefully final bad incident involving my car. And hopefully that forever wraps up my travel trouble series.

Thank you to those of you who played along with Thankful Thursday last week - I'm going to continue it hoping we can get more an more people to participate.