Suddenly, there was a loud popping sound and the car jerked. I gripped the steering wheel with both hands, trying to control the car and keep us from spinning into a ditch. Lanie began to cry at being jostled and I glanced quickly at her in the mirror before turning my attention back to the road. I managed to get to the shoulder and got out, stooping to see if I could find the source of the problem.
“Crap,” I mumbled irritated. My back tire was as flat as a pancake. I must have rolled over a nail or something. Standing, I went to the trunk and pulled out the spare tire and the jack. I lay them aside and went to get my daughter out of the car. I opened the small stroller I used when we went out. She wasn’t real thrilled about getting out of the car but she sat in her stroller and chewed on
