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Next stop, McNeil's. Owen had a baseball game in Brattleboro so we caravan'd south, meeting at the truck stop in Lebanon. First mistake, pulling into the truck stop... Apparently I ran over a bolt - totally flattened my tire. And this is where Tiny comes in.
Across the parking lot walks a 7'2" 300-and-something-pound-man (see photo). It's 97ish degrees out and wicked humid and this mammoth man doesn't hesitate to crawl under my car to help. He tells us his he's a repo man from Ohio. He goes around repo'n 18 wheelers (big rigs). He packs lead because his job is so dangerous. In fact, just last month he was shot in the stomach while on a repo mission. Tiny had to kill that guy. While we chatted with Tiny, his wife sat waiting in a truck across the lot (she had a gun). Abby got Tiny a blanket to lay on, we emptied my car (which was full of camping stuff and feminine sanitary products), the boys got into Abby's car (because Tiny creeped them out and it was hot) and Tiny began to try and remove my spare tire. It didn't work. The tire was stuck. I went to the garage next store and asked to borrow a better jack (Tiny's request). The garage guy wheeled it out to us, eyeballed the situation, and offered an opinion or two before going back into the garage. Next, two friendly looking dad's and their son stop to see what's going on .... So they start to help too. Total count 4 men, 2 moms, 4 kids (including the friendly dad's son) still the tire won't come off. So we find the bolt in my old tire and roll it over to the garage next door (The dad's suggest we ask them to plug the hole). The garage guys do it, my old tire is fixed. Tiny put it back on but my spare is flopping from the bottom of my car and it won't come off. At this point Owen's going to be late for his baseball game. So we wave good bye and send Abby and Owen to McNeil's in Brattleboro. To make a long story end, we had to drive my car into the garage and have the mechanics torch off my spare tire. Now I'm driving around with my spare in the third row seating area. We made it home. Abby and Owen made it to McNeil's and didn't give it high ratings. The end of day 2.
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