Since we were right near his parent's house, we decided to drive there and check it out when we got there. Jeric got out and checked my tires, on his side (the driver's side), he saw that my rear tire had a nail stuck in it. But luckily it didn't look like it punctured through.. it was just a minor flesh wound. That as probably what caused the thumping sound. He went inside to grab pliers so that he can remove it. I was waiting for him outside, when suddenly I hear a low swooshing sound. I tried yelling for Jeric, but he couldn't hear me from inside. And then I had to pee really badly! So I had to rush inside as he was coming out with the pliers. I mentioned in passing that it sounds like air is coming out. Anyhow, I went to the bathroom and then rushed back outside. Jeric said, yup, I have a flat! It's on the other tire.. the rear passenger tire. And this was no itty bitty nail, like on the other tire. This was a fat ass freaking bolt! Which totally meant that the portion that punctured through was probably fat as hell too! Ugh! The sound of air gushing out of my tire started to grow stronger so Jeric checked my TPM (tire pressure monitor) and yup, I was in the red zone! UGH!
We knew we had to find a tire shop, but it was Sunday, and pretty late. Most of the shops were either closed or closing within the hour and the ones that were closing within the hour were fully booked. It was totally bumming me out. My new car's tire was deflating fast! Jeric's dad did have a compressed air machine, so we were able to hook that up for the time being. But if we didn't find a shop that was able to repair my tire soon, we'd definitely have to buy a brand new run flat! Ugh! And those are so so expensive! And even then, if we couldn't change it out quickly, we'd have to leave my car where it was over-night, or tow it somewhere. Oh the horror!
We must've contacted a dozen or shops and I was seriously about to give-up, thinking it was pointless and that we'd have to figure out our plan B. But luckily, one shop answered and was willing to take us within the next 15 minutes. It was also nearby, about 5 miles, so that was helpful since we had to unhook the compressed air machine in order to drive off. And they also do run-flats! Phew.
Jeric didn't want me in the car, just in case. So I stayed back while he and his dad drove off to the tire shop. Meanwhile, I was googling on how bad it is with run-flats and was kinda scurred because I read that there are instances where no repair can be done other than buying brand new run-flats. Ugh. Not an expense either of us wanted to incur right now. There were also posts that said to make sure that it wasn't just plugged, but patched from the inside, otherwise, my tire wont last long and I'd be in the same situation within a few days or weeks.
Luckily, Jeric texted me and said that all is well and that my tire was fixed. And when I asked if it was plugged or patched, he said patched. Phew! AND.. it was only like $15.00!
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