Last weekend daughter and I were in the Portland area for a half marathon. You can read about the first part of our trip here.
We had to be at the race before 7:30 so we were up early and hit the road. A few miles down the road, my TPMS (tire pressure monitoring system) light went on in the car.
Oh crap! We cannot be dealing with a low or flat tire right now. So we kept driving and made it to the race. It was crowded and I decided to take a chance and try to find parking at the Start line. Hurray, perfect parking space.
Daughter got her race packet, met up with her friend, and off they went into the sunrise. Now I could deal with low low tire.
I called AAA and they sent out someone to put on my spare. Then they told me where I could get the flat repaired. Of course the one and only pen I had to write down the address was dead. Great — is this how the rest of the day was going to go?
By now, I had to use the bathroom. I have not used a porta-potty for years, but that was my only option. Gross beyond belief! I would rather drop trou in the woods than use another porta-potty again.
Now we have to get the tire fixed so we can drive some 400 miles back home. Driving 55 MPH on a 70 MPH freeway is not fun. Where is the love and understanding from my fellow drivers? Anyway, we get to the recommended tire store and am told it will take all day because they are super busy. Not an option for us, so the tire guy suggested we try Walmart, just a mile up the road.
The WM tire guy was very nice and understanding of our time issue. So we left the tire, drove back to the hotel. Daughter took a quick shower and we checked out. And then back to WM. Tire was fixed and put back on the car — all for $10.
We officially hit the road around 1:30 and headed home, later than planned, but on 4 good tires. Arrived home just as it got dark.
And that is how Walmart saved the day. Thank you to the incredibly sympathetic tire guy who helped us out.