Let's face it, it could have been a whole lot worse!
About once every ten years I have a strong urge to admit that girls CAN’T do anything after all and what is required is a big strong man who can fix things and make everything OK. If it takes tears, well, bring it on.
in the 70s, we girls thought we were such hot shit storming out of our mother’s kitchens claiming we would have it all. It didn’t quite work out the way we planned. We didn’t envision raising the children, running the house, paying the bills,
changing light bulbs, and all the while holding down a real job. And sometimes, a big strong fixy man is all you need, especially when you are trying to change a tyre on the side of the road in the rain.
So there I was, driving over the perilous Rimutaka
range, foolishly setting off before I heard the wind, rain and storm warnings. Warnings from Police about driving –“high-sided vehicles” which in Police vernacular means vans, and which on that day, meant me. For some bizarre reason I had
agreed to deliver some furniture for Reuben, I thought it would be a nice drive. I could not have been more wrong.
The wind was unbelievable; despite my feminist ideas I haven’t spent too much time learning how to drive vans and the van was
getting pushed all over the road and it was pouring with rain, flooding in fact.
So why, on that particular day, at that particular time, would a person get a flat tyre? I must have done something pretty bad last time round. And there I am freezing,
soaked, and I can’t even find the tricky place where they keep the spare tye in vans, let alone get the nuts off the wheeI.
I take it all back; I am happy to cook and sew and clean, listen to rugby stories and be given an iron for my birthday
if I never have to change a tyre again.
And the superhero from AA didn’t even hesitate before lying flat on his back in the sludge at the side of the road. Now that is a real man - hooray for the AA.
And it wasn't even snowing.
26th May 2014