David volunteered to drive, so we all piled into his car, and drove down to a small shopping center for 20-25 minutes. Then we headed back to meet at Stoutridge. Half way there the road at first seemed a little bumpy - then it hit us - it's not the road. David's passenger side back tire was flat!
So, between we three grown men, we decided to fix the flat ourselves. I alone with my son had recently fixed a lat on 87 in the freezing cold, so this would only be a small hindrance.
We had all the parts to jack the car up ready in seconds. And then David searched and searched, and Lenn and I looked at each other and shook our heads.
Lenn was initially amused, taking pictures, just like me. However, he then thought to himself, "Obviously, I am with two imbeciles. Let me set this straight," and decided to search the trunk himself. Like me, he began, with an authoritative air, searching all the places in the trunk, sure that he would be the one to find the tire iron to loosen the lugs on the tire. Not so, Lenn. He searched and searched, looking as confounded and confused as myself. There was no tire iron. This event was now going from a friendly tasting to a small disaster.