
Did I jinx myself in the last post when I talked about cell phones and flat tires on the freeway?
It almost seems like I did.
Well....
I promised more details about our Thanksgiving, but
I didn't say they would all be good details. Here goes:
My husband and I had picked up his 91 year old parents to drive them to Provo for Thanksgiving dinner. We were happily driving along I-15 in the HOV lane when we heard a pretty loud noise. A big trailer had come up along side us just then and we assumed it was making the noise. The trailer moved on but the noise stayed. About this time a passing motorist gave us that warning-pointing-worried look that usually means something on your car is falling off, on fire, or going flat. We realized that we needed to make it to the shoulder, but getting out of the HOV lane was not an easy feat. We illegally jumped over the solid white lines (don't tell!) and dodged traffic to get across to the shoulder. As we got out to survey the damage we saw that the back tire was pretty much destroyed. We can change it and hurry on to dinner. Right?
Well, it was about this time that we noticed that the front tire was also flat. Our spirits were starting to rapidly sink, but as we discovered the third flat tire we pretty much felt as deflated as the now useless collection of Michelins.
Nobody carries around THREE spare tires!
And that is where the cell phone came in and saved the day.
We were able to catch our children who luckily were behind us. We also called a tow truck.
The story does have a good ending:
♥We made it to dinner.
♥We enjoyed spending the day with our loved ones.
♥We gave thanks for all our blessings (including some new ones- being protected from danger).
The mystery still remains:
Did we run over something?
Were the brand new (two weeks old) tires defective?
Is the freeway haunted?
Thank goodness the day held some relaxing moments as well!Thanks little Brooklyn!
♥
JoAnn





























