Well, I knew that I had a slow leak in the right rear tire, but it was holding air and going to Les Schwab wasn't going to fit into my schedule until Friday. But that changed when J came in from the front and told me that my FRONT right tire was flat. I corrected him, "No. It's the rear tire." It was actually both.
The flat was so bad that when J aired it up, you could hear a hissing sound as the air escaped from the hole in the tire. We couldn't see it, but we knew it was there. Probably a rock had punctured the tire.
We filled the tire and then I took off down the dirt road with J right behind me. We had to stop when we reached the pavement and he aired the tire up again. At that point, we decided that I would only drive up to the market (about 5 miles away) and call AAA for a tow from there. I made it to the market, but the tow truck driver had to air up the tire to load and unload the car.
Four ply tires just don't make it on a road with as many rocks as ours.
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