Yesterday I had a flat tyre. My car kept beeping me about the tyre, fortunately, I could still travel, very nervously I might add, to the tyre repair place to have it sorted out. Turned out it had huge nail in it.
It was quite interesting watching them repair the tyre. I had no idea there was such helpful machinery for taking a tyre off the rim. I remember in the old days when men used to use crowbars to do this.
Anyway, I expected to see a tube inside the tyre. Silly me, right? It’s not a blooming bicycle, but then I suppose modern bicycles also don’t have tubes in them, or do they?
Being a potter and mould maker, I love tubes, because they are ideal for cutting up into bands to hold the “Plaster of Paris” molds together, rather than paying a fortune for a bag of bands…but I digress.
The thing is, they always say women should know how to change a tyre, which I know how to do in theory, but I’ll tell you, after what I observed yesterday, I would not be able to do it and I am most definitely not strong enough either.
So what are us ladies supposed to do? Maybe drive around with a muscular, scantily clad repair man in the back seat? But then he would require looking after and who has time for that. All I can say is thank goodness for places like the AA and other such organisations. From now on I think I’ll make full use of one of these services, and I shall no longer be an unreliable tyre person anymore.