Right in the middle of rush hour on a very busy highway.
At that moment, I was living "life in the fast lane", so I didn't have time to get over the 3-4 lanes so I could be off in the grass on the right shoulder.
So I pulled off onto the left shoulder.... the shoulder that's next to the concrete median that is like barely as wide as my car.
I sat there, borderline freaking out, with my hazards on, in my Accord that was swaying every time another vehicle passed.
I realized I would have to get over to the far right shoulder. The tire that was blown out was front passenger side, and there would be NO WAY anyone could fix it without getting hit by a car.
See that little space there against that median? Yeah... that's where I was.
And I forgot to mention - I was on my way to pick up Brinkley at the groomers, and I was like ONE MILE AWAY. The grooming place closed at 5:30. And there I was, at 5:23, sitting in my car, definitely NOT moving.
So, I prayed for there to be an opening in traffic so that I could safely get over, and when I saw one, I went for it - me and all three of my working tires. It was terrifying, but I made it over to the shoulder (no thanks to the other drivers who didn't want to let me over!) I then climbed into the passenger seat to check out the tire:
See those huge holes in my tire? Yeah, not good.
And here I am, very sad:
So then Mark arrived. YAY!!!!
So he started to change the tire and I hopped in his car to go get Brinkley (the groomer already called to "tell me he was ready") ha.
So, after that was fixed we proceeded to the local tire repair place where we found out my other tires (except one) were all dry rotted and close to blowing out as well.
And even better, Mark needs new tires, too.
So.... $270 later, we have four new tires.
Here is Mark, enjoying dinner at the tire repair place.
Then we went home, thankful that I survived the ordeal, and with some new awesome tires.