I've had the most eventful Friday, not all good but eventful. I had to go to Detroit for a vendor meet. Everything went smoothly and I headed back in the afternoon. I used a rental car going to Detroit and left the Audi at work. I am driving Mark's Audi around since Wednesday so it didn't sit in the garage all winter long. I've actively been swapping cars because if it sits too long the battery in the Audi dies completely. I had to replace it twice already. After Detroit, I picked it up from work and headed home. It had a flat and I pulled over at the Pepsi depot parking lot at Kilgore to put on the spare. I looked all over for the jack but couldn't find it. So I called a tow truck instead. The flat happened around 5:30. I sat around for an hour, called and talked to Nohemi, Harryl and Lindsay while waiting. Called Mc Donalds Towing after and hour and a quarter of waiting. I was told that I was still 25th in the queue because it had been a busy night. Cops would call and always is higher priority. Something that should be the case anyway. I asked and was told another half hour. A half hour more to the half hour I was promised two and a half half hours ago. Lindsay offered to bring me her jack when we were talking. Since it was going to be another uncertain half hour of wait for the tow truck, I asked my tow request be canceled. I figured, Lindsay was offering to help and she too has an Audi. Some how the jack from an Audi seemed appealing to me at the time. She got to me at around 7 o'clock and I proceeded to change the tire. After taking out the flat tire, I rolled it towards the back of the car then BAM! A horrible crashing sound came from my left side, Lindsay busted out laughing, I looked over and the car fell to the ground. The jack slipped and dropped the car on the rotors. I was so mad then grateful that it didn't happen while I was there handling the tire. A number of things could have happened to me, just thought of cuts, scrapes, crushed fingers, hands or even my knees being caught under the car. Just grateful I wasn't hurt. But then I had no clue how to get a car up from falling on its rotors. I have seen this happen to cars on the side of the freeway but never seen the recovery from such a situation. I called for a tow truck again. After another hour of waiting, the tow truck showed up. He jacked up the car around the B pillar area, as close as he could get to the front as possible. Shoved a block of wood around the control arms and re-jacked up the car on the proper spot. While Lindsay and I were waiting for the tow truck, Dave from work showed up. He offered solutions but I was too cold to deal with the problem. I called George instead to ask him what damage happens to a car that falls on its rotors, how to get it up again, etc. When the tow truck guy was done, nearly 3 hours from when I called, I headed back home. At this point, Lindsay and Dave had already left her jack was disastered from the fall. Limped home and took the car back to my parents house, swapped back to the trusty Honda. Took Nohemi to dinner Oakwood Bistro. I had the monk fish medallions on special... it was delicious, I mean DELICIOUS! Nohemi had the seafood risotto and that too was very, very good. On the grander scheme of things, the day wasn't that bad. But the memories of the cold and the possibility of running out of gas (from an 1/8 of a talk to almost nothing by the time the tow truck showed up) was terrible.
