Chivalry!

Last night we were returning from a BBQ in Oakton. It was about 9 pm, Ryker was very tired, dark, lightening flashing, BIG rain about to come down and BOOM! I hit a pothole and blow out a tire on Rt. 66. Damn! Damn! Damn! I had no choice but to pull over (to a shoulder that people regularly drive on), put out the flares and begin changing the tire in my nice white dress. Fun. My dad did teach me to change a tire, but the last time I had to do it was something like 20 years ago... Thankfully a very nice man noticed me, the damsel in distress, and came to my rescue. He said he saw baby in the car (thank you Ryker!) and has a 3 year old daughter. It turns out that he owns an autobody repair shop. Nonetheless, it wasn't a pleasant task and I was so thankful! Thank God for chivalrous men!