I thought that one of the whole points of AAA was that they had rules and stuff that apply to the buisnesses they send to you when they call? So that it might cost you half the earth, but you weren't stuck on the side of the road for hours and hours.
So the van was stuck on the side of the road for hours and hours. There was a blow out. Must have been a defective tire because they were only a couple of years old and the state trooper said it looked like the result of the sort of cord wear you get with retreads. Either that or wal-mart indulges in shady buisness practices. (*gasp* what? wally world? what?...) Radiating tears in a spoke pattern all around the tire. Good thing kiripet is a sterling driver in emergencies. She might rant at the driver ahead of her that is driving 28MPH in a 30 MPH zone normally, but when something like this happens she goes all cold and competent.
The van carries the spare on the undercarrige. Don't ask me why. As a result the bolts holding it were pretty crudded up and nobody could get it out. So kiri whipped out her cell phone and called triple A. Two hours and a visit from the state police later, a tow truck shows up. This is on I86, right at the exit going to the town the truck came from. It is a ten minute drive from there, if you can drive. The guy looked over the situation and then said he didn't have the tools to deal with a frozen clamp, and that he couldn't use the truck on the van, so he was going back to his shop for a flatbed. Nobody was happy with that. Especially since we so totally did not believe him. By dint of patience and dertermined messing with it, about 45 minutes later we finally got the spare tire out with just our fingers. Happily it was an actual tire and not a donut. Then we found out that the jack that came with the van was made out of tinfoil surrogate. It went up until the van was almost high enough to get the new tire on, then it just crushed under the weight. So kiri called AAA again, and told them that we had gotten the tire out ourselves, but the jack wasn't up to the job, and please call the complete idiot they had sent the first time, and tell him to bring a jack instead of the flatbed he went for. Another hour goes by. A good samaritan stops and has a jack! The tire is changed in 20 minutes or so, the van is back in motion, and kiri is on her bluetooth while driving blistering ears at AAA. She is going to mail in a formal complaint. Sitting on the side of the road with a flat tire for more than four hours after calling them did not endear them to her. To say nothing of the fact that the situation was resolved with no help from them whatsoever.
Now we have to figure out the best place to get a new jack.
NightMist