I arrived in Washington without mishap, despite my check engine light playing with me over the last few weeks. Ran through the song a few times to get my bearings – she was singing My Blanket and Me from You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown, and she even had her baby blanket with her!
She did great though! I had to coach her a bit out of her shell, but damn it there is some Meggan in her! She even caught herself off guard at the last bit of the song – I had been pushing, yelling at her to let it out, and then.. she did, and … it was incredible.
So we finished up around 5:15p.m. and I headed back over the 25ish miles to Chillicothe. Unfortunately, about 7 miles from Chilli I heard a loud POP and then thunkthunkthunk. Yes, my front passanger-side tire blew. Literally…blew. Like 2 inch in diameter hole in the tread. There’s only 30k miles on that tire too!! Of course, the lovely T-Mobile doesn’t get service in that particular area of Route 29, so after a bit of walking I managed to contact my dad and secure his rescue services then settled in for an hourish long wait for him to get out to me and put my spare on.
So the moral of this story is – Thank the Lord for dad’s!
