Goofy Eco Car

One of our Poconos acquaintances said that he knew which house was ours because of the “goofy eco car” in the driveway. While I actually sort of love that description and reputation, our Honda is not particularly special. At least, that’s true in the city where compact cars abound. Out here in the country, SUVs and trucks are a more favored mode of transportation, leaving us definitely on the smaller side of things.

On Sunday, Todd and I were doing some sight-seeing driving. Out on some back road, we hit a major pothole. At just that moment, a truck was hogging the road in the other direction (even drifting over into our lane) so our options were to go off the shoulder or deep into the pothole that time forgot. We hit the pothole, got a flat tire, pretended all was fine for another hundred yards or so, and then finally pulled over with a sigh of resignation.

We happened to pull over in front of one of the few houses we’d seen on this road, and the guy who lived there was super nice (as we’ve found most people out here to be). He helped Todd put our donut on the car and throw our popped tire in the truck (I stood by playing the damsel in distress role flawlessly).

We discovered quickly that nothing, and I mean nothing, tire related is open in our area on a Sunday. I told my boss the story and worked from home yesterday, thinking we’d have a new tire early on Monday. There are five tire places within 45 minutes, after all. Of course, thing don’t always go as smoothly as planned. This is where our goofy eco car comes in: our tire wasn’t in stock anywhere. Everyone mentioned how our car needed a smaller size than they had in stock. So we had to special order it, and are hoping today to finally stop driving around on the silly looking donut. Todd — who is a speed demon behind the wheel — can’t wait to get it fixed because there is nothing he hates more than going slowly.

Keep your fingers crossed that all goes well today!

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