stupid tires

Where do I begin? Well...Christmas morning my parents, Mason, Tannis, and I were up at the cabin and the rest of the fam was on their way up to the cabin. Not long after Sterling, Taryn, and Ian had left to come up they got a nail in a tire and so Sterling had to change it. While in Heber, which is where our cabin is, he actually got his tire fixed, or so he thought. A few days after Christmas I decided to drive home to Mesa by myself. On the way home about ten minutes south of Rye one of my tires blew. I couldn't even feel a difference, but I kept hearing "thud thud...thud thud...thud thud..." It didn't sound good so I pulled to the side of the road. Sure enough, I had a completely busted tire. I didn't panic at first cause I had my cell phone. Well...I got my cell phone out and...NO RECEPTION!!!! I started to panic a little. I turned my hazard lights on. I then realized Sterling, Taryn and Ian were leaving to come home also about an hour or so after I left. So I began to pray that he would see me on the side of the road, cause no one was stopping to help me. Even though I had no cell phone reception I tested my luck and repeatedly tried calling Sterling and my phone kept saying "No Network Connection" or "Emergency Calls Only" So I decided to call 911...this was an emergency, right? Well...that didn't even work. I sat there for about another 45 minutes keeping an eye out for my brother's truck. I decided to test my luck and try 911 again, and it finally worked. The lady called DPS to send someone to help me and also called Sterling. About 45 minutes after that phone call a guy driving a big truck with a huge Harley sticker on it pulled to the side of the road to help me. He was the nicest guy. About the time he had taken my busted tire off a highway patrolman came to help. They put the spare on and realized it was pretty low on air. The highway patrolman didn't have an air compressor to fill it up with air, but the other guy did. Wow, I was lucky! While he worked on the tire the highway patrolman let me use his cell phone, cause he had reception, so I could call Sterling. I got a hold of him and he was only about 10 minutes away. He found me and I followed him the rest of the way home going about 50 mph! That was slow. He would have been there sooner, but the tire he thought he had gotten fixed was flat that morning and so he and my dad put his spare on, again. While doing that my dad got hit in the ear with the thing that loosens the screw things (don't you love my vocab) and had to go to Urgent Care to get stitches. Oh, and I just found out one of my aunts got a flat tire yesterday also. Anyways, to make a long story short, tires are stupid!