How many blondes does it take to change a tyre?

ANSWER – 1!

Last weekend was my final trip into Kununurra. I’ve resigned from my current job (but that’s another story) and I needed to get some food supplies for my final three weeks here in Frog Hollow. I have no idea why but I was kind of in a hurry, I think because I wanted to get to the markets. In my unnecessary hurried state I managed to spill coffee on me before I left, didn’t pack any water as I thought it wasn’t needed (meh – eeee be rite) and didn’t pack Charlie’s collar or lead either – in and out of Kununurra so no need.

Nek minit driving along, lah, lah,lah – car suddenly goes weird. I instantly knew I had blown a tyre. 60 kms south of Kununurra. DAMN but YAY I’m now officially an outback bush babe! First things first – I called the RAC and lodged a ‘help I’m stuck’ message. Waited for around half an hour, watching cars with non-blown tyres drive by, then they got back to me. They would get someone out to me in around 2 hours. Yeah well with no water and Prince Charles in the car, stuff that. I then proceeded to call my ex, Guy, who was going to talk me through changing a tyre. First things first, undo the nuts. NUTS – I can’t loosen the NUTS! Even with extra leverage in the form of a pipe, I couldn’t undo the bastards. I even resorted to jumping on the pipe whilst holding onto the car but they didn’t budge. Right then, go go damsel in distress mode. With ‘this is so humiliating but I don’t care anymore’ vibe I managed to flag a car down. Out step 2 high-vis mans! I was hoping they would be easy on the eye as an added bonus but alas (checking them out was of course priority number one). Oh well, but can they help me? Well yes but they flagged down a couple of their colleagues as more tools were required. 4 men ended up changing my tyre while I took photos. Charlie made himself busy too and barked in the car (he’s not a fan of high-vis). In amongst all of that my car battery decided to trip out as well as the fridge – weird. Tyre changed, car jump started, and about 45 minutes later Big Bessie, Charlie and I were on our way again, all the while praying to Allah, Jesus, Krishna, Moses, Buddha (the whole tribe) that we would make it to Kununurra, and we did. Those mob up there must love me – I think because I provide them with some goof entertainment! (Goof was a typo but I’m leaving it!).

There you have it – one blonde female to change a tyre. Quite simple really, I can give lessons; how to wave a car down for help.

Big shout out to the high-vis heroes who helped me. Much appreciated.

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