Field Report: You CAN Change A Tire In A Kilt
Spent the weekend with my lady which meant driving about the back roads of the Navajo and Hopi reservations - which are dirt.
We also got into Flagstaff for some shopping and to attend the Earth Day gig there. Ran into Ialtog at the Earth Day deal. Good to connect.
Driving home the traffic northbound on 89 was bumper-to-bumper motorhomes, boat trailers....even a motorhome towing a jeep towing a boat. So bailed off at The Gap and took the dirt road home. Usually a scenic and relaxing 50 mile drive.
Today, 26 miles from home, my left rear tire hit something and shredded itself well...The road is so rough I really didn't notice the change in handling until pieces of rubber started flying past the window going forward.
Was lucky to be in a flat, though sandy spot. Was wearing my new wool Leatherneck tartan. Weather was cold, windy (lots of blowing sand) and threatening rain.
Took this olde demented bird a while, but was able to find the various parts and instructions - even figure them out...then go back and do it right...and get the tire changed in 45 minutes.
At first I just tried to be nice to the kilt...had an old blanket to put down on the sand but the wind played havoc with that plan. Finally just changed the tire doing what I had to do. Spent a lot of time on the ground. Kilt seems none the worse for wear. I've shaken it out and brushed it out. Know its not good to have sand grains embedded in the wool.
Didn't have to worry about accidental exposure since it was just me and the sage brush most of the time. Two Navajo pick ups came by but they were driven by guys and just roared past. Later a Navajo lady came by. She stopped to be sure I was okay out there. Nice of her. Was just finishing tightening the lug nuts on the clown tire.
Had a slow limp on home to Page on the clown tire, but made it okay. Just rolled down the windows, felt the wind, and took in the scenery. Only had to do about ten more miles of dirt road before hitting paved road for the rest of the way.
Feels kind of jaunty to be 62 years old and changing a tire kilted.
Ron
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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