No trouble in Paradise

 We had a flat tire on the way out to the coast. There seems to be a line of demarcation that we can't cross without something going wrong with our car. This isn't the first time we have had problems at about this same spot while traveling.

Luckily, it wasn't a big deal. We heard something that sounded like small rocks hit the undercarriage of the car and then a loud grinding sound. We pulled over and the front passenger side tire was ka-put, flat, and with an L shaped gash in the side.

"Hello, OnStar?" We were only delayed about an hour or more by the time they sent someone out to change the tire for us. No. There was no way we were going to try and do it ourselves. No way. It was a good thing. They did it all in record time. They came with all the equipment to do it and knew how. We would have torn ourselves up, sweated out blood, gotten frustrated, and still not have had enough air in the spare to get anywhere. They did have all that and we were on our way again without any wear and tear on our bodies or mentalities. Once we arrived at the coast, we were even able to buy a new tire, and stow the lowly spare away.

So, the escape began and was well played from there. A night out, a morning run, a great seafood lunch, hours of fishing and reading and relaxing. It was all it should have been.

A flat tire couldn't come close to putting a damper on this time off. It couldn't even come close.
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