Tucker says, "Ahhhh!"
And, so ends the Flat Tire Saga.
Post Script: When Tom and I drove back to my car that night to change the tire, Tom went right to the sub-floor of the back of my car, picked it up (as though everyone knows a car's sub-floor lifts up), and removed a never-before-used tire iron and jack. Hellfire and damnation!
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