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Bad Luck Pt. 2 After a good part of the drive, we stopped at Wendy's in Owasso to find that the rear-passenger tire was almost flat (Commas with Direct address). Just like the luck of the rest of this trip, Mom's boyfriend did not answer his cell, to let us know if there was road side assistance on his policy. Not knowing if we had a spare under all of the amazing quantity of stuff that filled the back, we bounced from gas station to gas station, adding air to keep the tire from going flat. Finally, Mom's boyfriend called, informing us that there was a spare under the pile in rear of the vehicle. Passing Milner Road, “KABLAM! BLUMP, BLUMP, BLUMB!” the tire blew out (Non-Essential Clause). We called my mom's good friends, Aldonna and Jim, to help, since our insurance would only cover our truck (Participle phrases). Three different times he had to run home to find a jack to jack the tire high enough to switch the tire out with the spare. Also, it took his heavy-duty wrenches to bust loose the lugs-nuts. What an adventure! I won’t be going anywhere near a car for a month.
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