A flat TYRE........(weeee, fun ain't it)

OK, this happened yesterday. we (meaning; me, mum, dad, sister, brother) were heading to the beach. it was about 5.00 pm. my dad was free so we planned to go to the beach for a stroll. you know, its been long since the last time we went to the beach. it had just stopped raining, the puddles of mud and rain water, here and there, had filled the potholes.

my dad was driving the car. my mum beside and the three of us in the back seat. (yeah, i guess you are picturing a perfect little family going on a sweet trip.....hahaha, you are so wrong, me and my siblings in the same car, havoc will be taking over). the car was going smooth until it accidentally bumped into a POTHOLE, (where we would discover later that was the cause for the flat tyre). well, we just kept going since it didn't seem to affect the momentum of the car. there was a lorry driver who went pass us who was waving his hands frantically yelling something that i couldn't hear. well, like most Malaysians, my dad assumed that the door on my mum's side was not shut properly, so we decided to stop and take a look.

we were near Springhill when we saw the flat tyre. well, we had a plan. a PLAN (muahahahahaah, you go to the middle of the road and stop a car and we will ask the guy to help us and when he gets down we will 'hijack' his car and head off to beach). the plan was to call a friend of ours to come and help (obviously we needed help, seeing the circumstances that we didn't bring a jack). so the friend came and brought his jack along. after possibly 10 minutes , we got to know that the friend (lets just call him sathi) forgot to bring the thingamajig (that's what i call things that i don't know the name of) that was supposed to lift the jack. then, sathi brought all other family members excluding me, my dad, and my brother.

after another 10 minutes, the thingamajig arrived. then we got to work. lift the car to a suitable height. then, unscrew the bolts of the flat tyre. thank God , the spare tyre was in good condition. the spare tyre was bolted with the same bolts of the flat tyre. after tightening the bolts, the jack was 'unjacked' (if that makes sense to you), and my dad started to drive. not even a foot away from the place we fixed it, the tyre gave us the impression that it was about to come loose. yeah, you guessed. back to the 'jack-ing'. only then we realised that the bolts for the spare tyre was different from the one in the flat tyre. unscrew bolts, screw in the correct bolts, and tighten it. the car was , finally, moving smoothly without any interruptions.

by the time all this was done, we were dead tired (by 'we' i mean me) . we went to sathi's house and went out for dinner with sathi's family. haiz, damn fun, uh?

lessons we re definitely learnt. first, if you are rich, get a driver. if you are moderate, like me, or poor, get a car jack. then, make sure you screw in the correct bolts. hahahahahaha