Unfortunately, I'm not talking about the Belgium beer. This afternoon when I went to pick up Sophie with Lydia, Juliet, and Isabelle in tow, I just had to park in the first parking spot even though there were at least four consecutive spots available, and I went over the curb of the concrete divider. I didn't think much of it since I've done it several times before at other places, but I went to look at the tire anyways, just in time to hear all of the air hissing out. I had myself a bonafide flat tire. I must have hit the tire at just the right spot because this was definitely a first. Luckily, a friend had AAA card and we were able to call them up and have the spare put on within 45 minutes. Everything went very smoothly considered the kids had a play date and it was the hottest day so far this year.
Noticed the two inch slit at the bottom of the tire
My poor minivan...going on five years with us.
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