Now, maybe everyone else in this area drives a whole bunch more than I do and they already knew about this, but I just discovered one of the coolest features of living in this area.
So there we are, driving up Highway 17, heading to 85, and then to Simon’s preschool when BAM! Someone throws something at our car.
Except there aren’t any other cars around. Hmm.
On the connector between 17 and 85 the car starts driving funny and I think, “I bet this is the situation people refer to as ‘a flat tire.'”
I pull out the phone and call the preschool to let them know I’ll be late. Then I dig out my AAA card and get ready to call.
A tow truck pulls up behind us. Oh great, think I, a freelancer. I tell Sophia to remain belted in, just in case. In case of what? I don’t know. But it seems like the prudent maneuver.
The guy comes over to the passenger window and says that he’s with the Freeway Service Patrol and he’d be happy to change my tire for free. Which he proceeds to do in about 15 minutes. He asks me to fill out a little survey form and mail it back at my convenience. And then we’re all done and I continue on my way. I end up being about 10 minutes late picking Simon up.
Coolest. Thing. Ever.
And I don’t have to use up one of my AAA freebies.
If you drive in the Greater Bay Area, you need these guys’ brochure in your glove compartment.