Keeping with my theme for this course, I had to find a way to be late! Before I left home, figured it might be a better idea to take my car, a 94 Buick Le Sabre aka the green bomb, instead of my truck because the truck's windshield wipers don't work. But the green bomb has been in some rough shape but it appeared to be the safe option at the moment.
So the journey begins dandy with my music playing and I keep thinking about how much I want to take a dip in the water before we get on the boat. I had been sweating all day before I left and couldn't wait for a nice cool down.
With the thought of taking a refreshing swim once I arrive nice and early, it vanishes abruptly with the sounds of THUD THUD THUD THUD....uh oh. My back right tire was shredded and wrapped around the tire. The tire was completely gone with all sorts of the inside metallic wire frame spit out.
I think to myself, not a problem I can whip out my spare and ten minutes later I'll be on my way. Not quite, I have my lug nut wrench out but can't get this bastard of a lug nut off. A couple more attempts on the other lug nuts but nothing. So I consult the instructions on the spare tire cover. It appears that Buicks have lug nut locks and that for these locks to be removed I have to attach the lug nut "key" to the lug nut wrench that "should be in the glove box" according to the instructions. My hope blew away in the wind. This is stupid "key" wasn't in my glove box.
With my thumb in the air, I start walking down the road toward the nearest house I see. Before I even get 20 yards from my car a young women stops and asks me if I need any help. I accept her offer and she tells me her father is a mechanic. I struck the lotto on this one!
She lives a couple miles down the road and introduces me to her father Ron. Ron drives me back out so he can grasp his head around this "key" dilemma. Well, to make a long story short Ron and I ride back and forth from his house to a neighbors house looking for a spare key in his neighbors Buick but revert to the old fashion elbow grease technique with the help of a four foot long lead pipe. The lug nuts didn't stand a chance and I was back on track to Raquette Lake!
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