Last night I was on my way home from work and BAM! Popped tire. Okay, lets take a few steps back. I was driving between Springville and Orem, where there is mucho construction of course. Dang those pot holes. Well i'm not sure if i exactly hit one or not, because it was dark, but i'm pretty sure i did. Then POP goes my tire, it was so loud it scared me. Now because all the lanes are all smushed together there was no lane to pull over too, so i had to turn on my emergency lights and drive 20 mph the mile until the exit. Once I exited my awesome husband came and changed my tire and put on the spare, which i had no idea how to do. It was freaking freezing outside, so he let me sit in the car, like the prince he is. This morning we got a new tire, and now all is well! End of Story!
