I recently had a flat tire on my way to work at an off-site location and not my normal place of work.  I wasn’t familiar with the location and wasn’t comfortable pulling off on the side of the road, so I did what any sane human being would do, I drove super slowly to the very first petrol station I could find.

Unfortunately for me, the car gave a loud beep noise telling me to pull over immediately, before I could find the said petrol station. Because Al was out of town, I phone the next best person who wasn’t available to help me, but instead left me with the idea of tyreweld, until I could get the insurance out to change the tyre for me (reminder: slightly dodgy location, uneasy and really would prefer some privacy.)

Thankfully my colleague wasn’t too far away and came to assist me in my quest to find tyreweld.  While on the look out for, tyreweld, a gentleman at the local car repair shop next to petrol station number 1, advised us to look for 4×4 tyre weld instead of 2×4 tyreweld.  Petrol station number 2, had tyreweld, but didn’t specify whether it was 2×4 or 4×4.  In the end, I opted to simply wait for the insurance at my slightly dodgy location, with the company of my friend and colleague.

Damsel in Distress with a Flat Tyre

Now I realise what this may sound like…  Damsel in distress, all helpless, freaked out and unable to change a flat tyre herself.

And that is exactly what I was feeling and the thought disgusted me!  See I am quick to get angry with sexist colleagues for comments that imply that females aren’t technical enough to work in the IT department.  But here I was, unable to do a – let’s be honest – rather basic thing, and I couldn’t, didn’t want to, felt incompetent, when placed on the spot to do it.

  • I feel like it would be unfair to highlight my frustration with colleagues when they misjudge female when I was clearly in the wrong.  And for what?  For not being comfortable doing a very basic task that every driver should have mastered.
  • I feel like a hypocrite for telling my sons they need to know how to sew a button onto a shirt.
  • Furthermore, I feel like it would be selfish to highlight the pretty parts of my life, without writing about the not so pleasant ones.
  • In short, I felt stupid!

Changing a tire, almost all by myself…

After having the tyre repair (thankfully only a puncture), I made a pact with myself.  I would change the tyre myself, with the help of wonderful, logic, not so little, he needs to learn too, Logan.  Thankfully my next door neighbour (who happens to be female)

Honestly, I nearly chickened out…  Thankfully my next door neighbour (who happens to be female) gave me a little nudge.  And helped me while I changed my very first tyre.

Am I ready to service my own car?

Definitely not, but give me a welder, compressor and a spray gun and I will be in 7th heaven.

Have you ever been a damsel in distress?  Please share your story?

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8 thoughts on “Damsel in distress, with a flat tire next to the side of the road”

  1. Ah man, don’t put too much pressure on yourself to change a tyre – oops, did I just say “Ah MAN”? All jokes aside, I probably would have locked the car, called an Uber (if I had money!) and ask someone else to deal with it. When it comes to cars, right now, I am absolutely clueless :-)

    1. Agreed! If Al was in the country, I know he would have been there to help me immediately. But changing a tyre felt empowering – you should definitely learn. If you manage to do it all by yourself, please don’t tell me about it. :)

  2. Have changed a tyre, before I could drive, although I only recently learnt to drive. I love the message behind this post and that you were honest enough with yourself to admit these things to yourself. Well done! Progress and not perfection! P.S. I am really liking this blog! xx

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