I think I mentioned that I had a flat tire in the middle of Kansas during our caravan (which consisted of my car with the frogs, cat and plants), Ray's car (with the dogs, kids and pulling a U-Haul) to Dallas.
It was 90+, 50 mph winds and a divided 2-lane highway literally 50 miles from any sort of town. It was a nightmare but my hero husband finally got the donut on so we could hobble into Salina, where I've never been so happy to see a Walmart EVER.
We got two new (cheap) tires so that we could exceed 50 mph for the last 60 or so miles of our first leg into Wichita.
See that jug of water? Parker thought it would be fun to dump it out on the road, despite the fact that we were all melting in the heat.
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