I-81 Travel Plaza arrives an hour after I called Good Sams.
Jeff removes dually rear. It is the inside tire, of course.
The rear wheel is parked inches from a very dead and dried up unidentifiable animal carcass.
Exposed hub. Note-refrigerator wires have been yanked out by the flapping rubber. Shit, Shit, Shit.
Putting the muscles to the rubber . While no cars or trucks are whizzing by in the photo, believe me they are zipping by us.
This rubber met the road and lost.
Two hours and two hundred dollars later...and he kept my copy of the USAToday crossword puzzle.
And you thought you had a bad day.