We drove another three miles, then our front right tire blew out. Now what do you do when you are in Texas, an hour from home, have a flat tire, and have two rambunctious puppies who don't want to spend another second in the RV? Well, Mom took the dogs out to explore the southern plains, I laid out to tan my pasty legs, and Dad went to a garage in Tivoli to get a jack for the RV. He found the only service station in Tivoli. The owner was kind enough to loan him the jack. Now that's what I call Southern Hospitality!
When Dad came back we changed the tire together: We had to take the hubcap off first. Dad said we just have to pop it off with a tire iron. I asked him, "Are you sure?" He was adamant. After ten minutes of us trying to pry it off with a tire iron I tried something new. I tried to unscrew one of the bolt covers on the hubcap since two of them looked different than the rest. After the caps came off, I looked at my dad and said, "are you sure?" We were all in stitches after that.
That was the easy part. After we undid the bolts for the tire we had to jack the RV. We used the jack from Tivoli and the stabilizing jacks from the RV.
I'll be honest. I didn't realize a tire would be so heavy! My car has gotten flats before, and it's been easy for me to change (that is if I'm not in the city - I'm great at dealing with emergency situations while stranded in the middle of nowhere, but when you put me in the middle of a city I can't do it!) With Dad and I working on the tire we managed to get back on the road and make it to Aransas with enough time for me to visit a friend on the island for a few hours before dinner!
We arrived in Aransas Pass early. So, we stayed with family friends. We parked our RV in their front yard for three days until our spot opened up in Port Aransas.
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| Jacking up the RV is fun. |
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| Mama - The dog rangler! |
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| Clearing the ground so we can put the new tire on. |
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| "Are you sure it just pops off?" |
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