So far, me and 2009, are not getting along so well. On Friday night I got off work at 6, rushed home to change into some comfy, football watching, team supporting, clothes, let my dogs out, ran to Amy’s to grab Kercher and headed on to Angela’s to watch what everyone (including myself) thought would be an inhalation of some Utah Utes.
Well, lets just say that didn’t exactly happen.
On the way to Angela’s house I had a blow on I-64. Not a super huge problem, just a pain in the a$$. The biggest problem was where it happened. If you are familiar at all with Hampton Roads and the endless construction that seems to always be going on, you would know that there are very few places that one could have a blow out and be able to pull over. Well, I was not in one of those few places. I was actually in the worst place of them all. I was between the greenbrier mall exit and the 464 exist where construction is everywhere, with cement barricades on both sides of you. The noise in the car was horrific and I could smell something burning, but with Kercher in the car and being on 64, and the fact that NO ONE can drive in VA I had to keep driving on the rim of the car till I got somewhere we could get off the road.
I was a little stressed in the fact that all I could see was barriers and more construction cones, and now we were going up a hill and over a small overpass bridge!! But about a mile and a half after the blow out we finally reached somewhere we could pull over. It was actually a nice place to pull over. The New 3 lanes that will become 64! So we got to get way off the road, which made me feel better and safer as far as getting hit while we were stopped. Now the question, who to call?
Do I get the car towed? Do I just get someone to come and help me change the tire? Can I change the tire my myself? Humm. Of course Wes is overseas, so the obvious call my husband answer is out the window, so instead I call Amy. Not that a ready to burst at any moment pregnant lady can really assist but she is great for goggling phone numbers of who to call =) As well as my initial instinct was to see if her neighbor could come and help. Well seeing as he was out of town that option was a no, then she suggested our friend Cody, who kind of owes us considering we introduced him to his wife. But as I am getting his number I remember those Virginia Roadside Assistant people and I wonder if they can help.
Amy goggles the number and I give them a ring. With in 20 minutes a nice gentleman in a truck with a HUGE flashing light behind it pulls up behind us. Gets out a massive car lift, jacks up the car, pulls off the old rim and what is left of the tire (not much I might add, just the very back part of it about 2 inches thick), pops on my spare and sends me on my way for FREE!
So if you live in Virginia add this number to your cell phone now! 1-800-367-ROAD
In Hampton roads the service is 24 hrs a day! Other areas of VA differ but even if you call and they are not working they can give you numbers to someone to come and help you. It may be a fee, but it is a nice security blanket.
Needless to say we were late to Angela’s and missed the 1st quarter of the game. THANK GOD! I am not sure where my team was, but I can rest assured that they were not at the Sugar bowl, and more then Andre Smith must have flown home on the plane on Monday. All I can be thankful for is that we were not playing a Good Team. Because had we been playing someone other then the Utes, we could have easily lost by 40 points. Although I am disappointed with the way the season ended, I can not complain. 2 years at Bama and Saban is already in a BCS bowl, I see many good things to come.
So on that note, ROOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL TIDE!
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