I can't remember the last time I actually changed a tire, and had never done so on an Interstate shoulder. Of course we subscribe to various services that say they'll rescue you, but that turns out to be time-consuming, complex, and expensive. This was our second highway tire failure and we resolved to replace them all this time. But on a Saturday afternoon in rural North Carolina, the clock is ticking. The roadside assistance was taking so long that we wouldn't be able to complete our trip on better tires. So we opted to change the damn thing ourselves, then hustle to a truck tire place before closing.
Our unintended break resulted in a damn fine BBQ dinner in Stateville, NC.
Once we finally got to Floyd, we were greeted by an absolutely serene expanse of farmland, pretty much all to ourselves, which provided a wonderful backdrop to the serious drinking that followed the whole hair-raising episode.