So I can't actually change a tyre. Yep. I know. Lame but true.
Actually it KILLS me to admit that.
I like to think of myself as a feminist you know, no pink jobs and no blue jobs. Women can do anything men can.
But there are a few things I Lucille Ball it on.
Spiders are included here and snakes actually.
On mothers day, I was visiting my awesome Mum. My boyfriend had made her a batch of rocky-road and I had it packed in the back seat in a freezer bag along with the pug. Dangerous but he couldn't get to them.
When all of a sudden my steering went funny. I thought, just try and get to Mum and Dads as I wasn't very far away. Of course it got worse and I had to pull over. Yup. Flat tyre.
It has always been something I have meant to learn but it just hasn't happened. So was calling the NRMA when all of a sudden a lovely man on a motorbike stopped and helped me. He changed my tyre for me. He was so nice about it and wouldn't take any money for it either.
Driving along afterwards and he speed up on his bike to catch me. The tyre he had just put on was looking flat so he motioned me to pull into a servo where he filled the tyre with air and then made sure the rest of my tyres were done. (OK, I do know how to do that but he did it anyway). I just want to say a big fat thank you to the man dressed in leather who helped me get to my Mum's on mothers day. You are awesome.
And yes, perhaps I should get around to learning to change a tyre.