Ok, I promise this will be the last installment of this story. At this point it's now Saturday morning, I'm at home in West Ashley, and the Mustang is sitting in an industrial park in Mount Pleasant with a flat tire. Here we go...
I call a friend from church that lives near me to see if they will give me a ride back to where my car is so I can call for a tow and get the flat tire replaced. It happens that they are heading that way anyways to help their son and daughter-in-law do some work on their house so it works out perfect and they have no problem giving me a ride. We get there and the person suggests that we try to change the tire as getting a tow is always expensive. Since, if you remember from part two, I don't have a lug wrench, we try the one he has but it's smaller that my nuts and he didn't think to get his 4-way wrench from his house before we left.
It just so happens that there's a group working in a warehouse-type building nearby that we are able to borrow a 4-way wrench from so we can try to change to my spare. I jack the car up and we put the spare on only to find the spare didn't have enough air in it to get me anywhere (if you've been reading this far, you should have know that it wasn't going to end there). So, I jack the car back up, take off the spare, and take it down the road to a gas station to put air in it. The first station we stopped at had an out-of-order air compressor and we got enough air in it at the second station to get me to a tire place. Go back to the car, jack it up, put on the spare, and I'm off to get a new tire to replace the flat one.
I get to the nearest tire place but it's going to be at least a two-hour wait just to get a new tire. So, I go to another place and they have a new tire on and I'm out the door in about 20 minutes.
There my story ends and the rest of the weekend was uneventful (thank goodness!).
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