aneverydaystory Readers Share Wild First Flat Tire Stories

From Facebook commenterBeth A:

My dad called. He came and gave me direct instructions on changing the tire. He didn't lift a finger.

From Facebook commenterGloria W:

I was 16. I went to a hangout to meet some kids, then I went home and got a flat. I called my dad, and he came, gave me his car, and told me to go home. He changed the flat and drove home. It was cold, December up north. I felt bad, but he said I did the right thing. A flat happens sometimes. He was an awesome dad!

From Facebook commenterBambi D:

I was 16. I dropped my sister and her friend at the mall and got a flat. I pulled into a Subway parking lot and asked for a phone. A couple inside showed me how to change my tire.

From Facebook commenterJoanne S:

On the old country road in Markle, PA, I changed the tire myself. Dad taught me the method.

From Facebook commenterKris H:

Only I and my brother were around. I needed to go somewhere, but I forgot where. I changed a flat to a flat! His spare was flat.

From Facebook commenterClara C:

My useless boyfriend showed up late to help change the tire. I tried it myself. Jack broke loose and hit my face. I have a small scar under my eye.

From Facebook commenterKatt A:

I was 18 in Salt Lake City, Utah on the interstate. I pulled over. A nice trucker stopped and changed my tire.

I could have done it alone, but I was glad for his help. I was dressed nicely and heading to work.

From Facebook commenterPatrick M:

I was 16. I drove a van full of flooring wood. The rear tire broke, and my ears rang. The van was an old type with no split between the front seats and cargo. I changed the tire and kept driving.

From Facebook commenterBrett P:

My front passenger tire blew on my '82 Regal at 65 mph on a county highway. I nearly went into the ditch. I controlled the car. My spare tire was flat, so I drove twenty miles on the rim on the shoulder. The tire peeled off the rim after a mile or two. I drove back into town. Sparks flew, especially when I used the brakes. Many people watched that night. My friend jumped into the back seat and hid until we reached my parents' house. We were about 19 years old.

From Facebook commenterCarson S:

One night on the way home, the car started dragging left on the interstate. I didn't hear much, so I checked it at home. The tire was flat. Apparently, I drove all the way home on it.

From Facebook commenterKaty OLady:

I was driving. I heard a sssssssss noise, and the car started pulling left. I pulled over. It was flat.

From Facebook commenterFrank H:

I pulled over. I got the spare. I jacked up the car. I changed the tire. I lowered the car. I threw the jack and the flat tire into the trunk. Then I went about my business.

From a Facebook commenter.Scott D:

Only the bottom was flat. I drove on the top side until I got it fixed.

From a Facebook commenter.Steven J:

I got up at four in the morning. I got a flat. I changed it in the dark. Then I went to work.

From a Facebook commenter.Robert A D:

I was about 11 years old and my dad drove. We got a flat tire. My dad said he could fix the tire in four minutes. He went out. My mom told me to help. I went out and dropped all the lug nuts. I yelled, "Oh fudge." I did not say fudge; I said the F-word. That night, that was the worst tasting soap I ever had in my mouth.