dawn_mo
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Mexican food. My stepdaughter found a place in KC that was reported to have great SDS Mexican food. So, on Sunday around 11am, I decided to take the trek up and see if it was as good as the reviews I read. I bought a test carne asada burrito and tasted it. It was fantastic, exactly like the ones in San Diego. I went back through the drive-thru and ordered burritos to take home to my crew.
About half way home, I had a flat tire. I was driving Bub's car and could not figure out where the spare was. Some nice young men stopped to help. It was about 12 degrees out and windy. We could not find the spare anywhere. Finally after I called Bub, he told us the spare was under the passenger-side back seat. There was a bolt in the floor that required a long awl to unscrew it and release it. This poor young man kept trying to get it, but it would not release; rust and salt I expect. I finally called Bub and told him he was going to have to come out. I just so happened that my stepdaughter and mechanical whiz son-in-law were not too far, so they came over to help.
Finally with the help of a wire cutter, they were able to release the spare tire. It was flat. They took it to a service station to get it filled and the tire stem came loose or out or whatever tire stems do when they are not behaving.
Finally we threw in the towel and called road-side assistance. They towed the car in to get the tires repaired.
I finally got home around 6pm after spending about 4 hours on the freeway stranded.
The burritos were fantastic! A little soggy, but the flavor is spot on. Last night, Bub said he wanted another carne asada burrito, which is testimony in itself.
Now, if any of you can put me in touch with the lame-brained engineer who came up with that spare tire design, he or she can find me in a dark alley waiting for them!
About half way home, I had a flat tire. I was driving Bub's car and could not figure out where the spare was. Some nice young men stopped to help. It was about 12 degrees out and windy. We could not find the spare anywhere. Finally after I called Bub, he told us the spare was under the passenger-side back seat. There was a bolt in the floor that required a long awl to unscrew it and release it. This poor young man kept trying to get it, but it would not release; rust and salt I expect. I finally called Bub and told him he was going to have to come out. I just so happened that my stepdaughter and mechanical whiz son-in-law were not too far, so they came over to help.
Finally with the help of a wire cutter, they were able to release the spare tire. It was flat. They took it to a service station to get it filled and the tire stem came loose or out or whatever tire stems do when they are not behaving.
Finally we threw in the towel and called road-side assistance. They towed the car in to get the tires repaired.
I finally got home around 6pm after spending about 4 hours on the freeway stranded.
The burritos were fantastic! A little soggy, but the flavor is spot on. Last night, Bub said he wanted another carne asada burrito, which is testimony in itself.
Now, if any of you can put me in touch with the lame-brained engineer who came up with that spare tire design, he or she can find me in a dark alley waiting for them!