Excitement! Thrills! Daring rescues!
Well, of a kind, anyway. We were scheduled to go whale watching, but the channel was too rough so we rescheduled for tomorrow and decided to drive up to Seaside instead. (We're staying in Lincoln City.) On the way up we decided to take the Three Capes scenic loop off 101. All was well and beautiful until just past Cape Lookout, where we hit the Coast's largest pothole. And I mean hit it.
A few miles down the road and it was obvious the tire was going flat. Fortunately, it had stopped raining, and we were in a little town called Oceanside, so we pulled into the parking lot of Brewin' in the Wind and called AAA. While we waited we had a spectacular view and coffee, so not much to complain about there. The AAA guy showed up pretty fast and told us where the Les Schwab in Tillamook was. (Jill the GPS thought the nearest Les Schwab was in Lincoln City...). We drove the seven miles to Tillamook and the nice man at Les Schwab took a hammer to the rim and straightened it out, tested the tire in the tank, and put it back on for us. For nothing. Les Schwab, my Washingtonian friend says, rocks.
Just thought I'd put that out on the Intertubes... For a flat tire, it worked out great.
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The Atlantic-coast pothole is in Tennessee. Cost me new rims and a new tire.
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