Daddy and Baby Girl
After our day of fun and wine tasting (more adult fun!) we started the trek back to the East Bay. A few miles before getting on the major freeway, something was clearly wrong with the car. Uh oh. I pulled us over and, sure enough:
Fortunately, in the realm of car trouble, a flat tire is very easy to deal with. Noelle and I improvised a parking lot picnic while Dad did the heavy lifting.
Why are we eating here?
The spare tire was a little flat itself. So, one more stop at a gas station for some air and we were on our way, no worse for wear. Unfortunately, this is the undeniable sign that it is time to replace my tires. While the tread looks good, the mileage and performance say they're through!