Ha, the one time I had a flat on my car while by myself I couldn't get the lugnuts to budge and decided that a stretch of divided highway with cars whizzing by at 75+mph was no place to dicker-around with a flat tire on the traffic side of the car (especially as I had my kid with me...seeing mom get pasted by a semi didn't seem like the best memory for him to have). I wasn't far from home and called my hubby...even his 250# self struggled to get them off. That's what cell phones are for, IMO.

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