Driving 80 down my usual route to work this afternoon, my tire blew and I lost control. Other cars swerved this way and that to avoid me and mine finally stopped, perfectly parked at the side of the road, one of the cars I'd nearly hit stopped further ahead, I waved to let him know I was OK and he drove away.

I've spun out in a car before, but that was while racing and I wasn't as scared as I was today. I called work to let them know what had happened and bust into tears.  While I was waiting with my hazards on the side of the road, lots of cars and trucks passed, but only one stopped to help me.

"What the f*ck happened here?" was the first thing he said to me.

"Oh nasty, and them tires a' new" He said rubbing his thumb over the groves in my injured tire

"I'd be takin' them right back to where you got 'em"

He was rough as guts, his name was Stuart and he helped me change the tire. Stuart the truck driver not quite a knight in shining armour, but definitely my saviour in a fluorescent vest.

Mr. Blue arrived shortly after and followed me and my poor little car as we limped home together. The car isn't in fantastic condition but it drove. 

I wasn’t in the best state of mind but I got Mr. Blue to drive me to work. Luckily I have the day off tomorrow so my little car and I have a date with a mechanic.

Little Lada Blue