Coronado

I almost died on the Coronado bridge today. Okay, not really, but I could have died on the bridge. I always say that I'm going to go drive across the bridge one of these days while I'm down here in San Diego, and then I never actually do it. Today though, I decided I would drive across and then go study in the library. The online pictures of the library seemed pretty great.

I was about halfway across the bridge, and really enjoying the drive, when something seemed to go a little awry with the steering wheel, and then there was this ominous sound from the rear of the car that sounded suspicously like a flat tire. I've never blown a tire before, but turns out that you don't need to have experienced it before to identify the problem, pretty much right away. Of course I could not blow a tire in a place where I could conveniently pull to the side of the road. No, instead I blow a tire in the middle of a two-lane, freeway/bridge over the Pacific Ocean. Stopping in the middle of the bridge just seemed like kind of a bad idea, so I had to creep off the bridge, hoping that I didn't cause a pile-up behind me.

On the brightside, turns out that they have this free "bridge service" for these sorts of incidents, so the next thing I knew a tow-truck showed up and some very nice man put on the spare tire for me. He didn't even whine about the fact that the jack kept sliding around in the sand and it took him forever to get it stable enough to actually change the tire. I don't think he knows that I took this picture of him attempting to jack up the car again: