Nail in the Tire, Busted Spare Tire and the Good Samaritan


As I drove home this afternoon, I heard a flapping sound coming from the back-left tire. When I reached the house, I immediately examined the tire. No, it wasn’t flat. Yet, I saw a nail sticking inside the top. Actually, it was sticking inside the top of the threads at an angle.

I fixed things of this nature before.  For less than six bucks, you can buy a tire kit at Wal-Mart.  I wouldn’t recommend it as a permanent fix.  Yet, cash flow was low and the tire was used. The tire kit looked the best option for the time being.  Plus the plug lasted for quite awhile.

Speaking of Wal-Mart, the current tire was purchased there.  After purchasing a set of Wal-Mart tires before, a nail jammed into one.  Because I bought it there, Wal-Mart fixed the tire free.

Remembering that, I decided to give Wal-Mart a shot. Yet, before I drove there, I wanted an idea of the price. You know, in case they didn’t fix the tire free.

So, I called Wal-Mart. Three times, the operator tried getting me in touch with Automotive. Still, no one answered the phone.

“Forget  it,” I told myself and pressed the end button on my iPhone.

Next, on my iPhone, I searched my Google app. I found out a garage may charge ten bucks for patching a tire.

I hate going to tire places.  When it comes to patching tires, they run this song and game about why they can’t fix your tire. So, they attempt selling you either a used to tire or a new one.

True enough, there are guidelines tire companies follow. Still, I think some companies hire crooks.

So, I grabbed some cash and decided to drive to Wal-Mart. Before reaching Wal-Mart, I decided to stop at 7-11. I feared the tire getting worse. At 7-11, I decided to remove the tire and replace it with the spare.

I hate changing tires too.  Years ago, during a tire change, a past car I owned fell down. Damaging the rack and pinion. For the rest of that car’s life, it wobbled when I drove it past fifty-five miles per hour.

As I removed the tire’s nuts (stop laughing), I told myself,  “God, please let this work out well.”

I was being the typical hypocrite atheist.   I tell myself I’m an atheist.  Yet, when trouble comes, the Lord is the first one I call on. I guess some habits you just can’t break.

After removing the tire, I walked to the trunk for the spare. Wouldn’t you know it? That thing was busted, worn down past the covering and down to the tube. The tire looked like black shredded wheat cereal. You could see worn-out tire fibers. I had no idea the spare was in such bad shape.

Now, I didn’t know what to do.  No way in hell was I using the spare tire. Yet, if I put the other tire on, I still could run into some trouble. I visioned a flat tire happening down the road. Then, I would definitely be stranded.

A white guy in a black pickup was passing by.

“You need some help?” he asked.

The guy owned short brown hair. He also wore a bright green shirt with short sleeves. I guessed he was either in his early or mid-thirties.

“My tire has a nail and my spare is busted,” I said.

“They sell Fix-A-Flat inside.  Buy some and I’ll fix the tire with the nail in it.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I walked into 7-11. Now, I was used to the tire kit containing black rubber plugs, tire cement and a needle with a black handle.  I couldn’t find it. It took me awhile to realize Fix-A-Flat comes in an aerosol can.  I saw the 7-11 brand.

After paying about ten bucks, I headed outside. Then, I saw Good Samaritan.

“I got it,” I told him.

“Take it back,” he told me. “The nail didn’t puncture the tire.”

Again, he didn’t have to tell me twice.

After getting my money back, I headed outside to the car. Good Samaritan was putting on the tire.

“I had no idea the spare was in that condition,” I said.

“My opinion?” Good Samaritan said.  “You can go to the junk yard and buy a spare for about eight bucks. That’s just my opinion.”

Then, I offered, “You need a little cash?”

“No, sir.”

After fixing the tire, I found out his name was Phillip. This guy didn’t know me from Adam. Yet, he offered to help me at no charge.

Phillip reminded me decent people still do exist.

photo credit: Nail in Tire via photopin (license)


About Patrick Scott Barnes

Most of Central Florida knows Stone Crazy (Patrick Scott Barnes) as a poet. Yet, he also photographs, DJ and blogs. The rest of the time, the now sober blogger guzzles Diet Coke in Central Florida nightspots.
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2 Responses to Nail in the Tire, Busted Spare Tire and the Good Samaritan

  1. Jinzo_2400 says:

    There are still some decent crackers out there,Stone! Glad you are rollin’ again!


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