Knowing how to change a tire and jumpstart a dead battery should be part of the test for a drivers license.

I have a story about this. Writing from phone so forgive me if any spelling mistakes etc.

I was 20 years old. I had taken 3 girls on a road trip to Byron Bay in Australia. I had an early 90's Audi 100 Quattro. We went for a day trip to a place called Nimbim which is about 1 hour drive from there. It is one place where marijuana isn't exactly legal but the police turn a bit of a blind eye. It is the weed capital of Aus.

Anyway, we buy a bunch of hash cookies. Drive to a nearby waterfall. It's about 15 min drive in off the main road, it's rough, Rocky, jagged, bouncy. But the Quattro can handle it. We park the car and head to the waterfall to have some food and chill while the girls ate their cookies. The view is amazing there and due to low rainfall it is just a small stream running through the rocks and over the cliff so you can safely sit right near the edge.

I head back the car to get something and all seems fine. We watched the sunset from the cliff top and I decided I will eat mine just as we are about to leave because it's about 45 min drive and I figure by time we get back to our room I'll be flying also and then we can head out.

Go to pack the car and notice the rear left tyre is done for. Never noticed before because I was coming from the other side. Panic sets in. Realization that if we wanna get back to our room I'm gonna need to DUI. Do I even have a Jack and spare tyre? Great I do. How the Fuck do I use this Jack? Oh Fuck spare tyre is flat also. But it's got more air than the regular tyre. The bolts were so solid I was crowned king Arthur once I got that fucker off. All in all this took way over an hour. It was dark. Fuck these cookies were strong. Look at that Fucking Kookaburra sitting there the whole time watching us slave away at this tyre.

We're on our way and the 15 min drive in on this dirt road took us over 30 min. Finally we made it. Now we need to find a servo to pump this tyre. So we have been driving for what feels hours. Then I see it, Byron Bay's point of reference, the Lighthouse flashing us a couple times a top the hill. "Almost there" I remark to the girls, look at the lighthouse. No, turns out it was just one of those reflector posts of which we'd probably already driven past hundreds of since it is unlit country road. Laughter erupts and then stops as one of the girls says "wow you are really Fucking high if you thought that was the lighthouse". Yes I was and driving at half the speed limit out of fear that spare tyre would give in at any moment.

Anyway this was 10 years ago and we made it back safely. We went straight to bed, that shit was just too stressful.

LPT: CHECK YOUR FUCKING SPARE TYRE EVERY 6 MONTHS OR AT LEAST BEFORE ANY ROADTRIPS/OFF ROADING IS PLANNED

TLDR: Ate hash cookies, had to change a flat tyre while a Fucking kookuburra sat in a gum tree above watching us giving no Fucks.

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