We were driving on 680(N) to have lunch with my Dad. As we were
approaching our exit in Fremont, we hit a very large piece of metal in
the road that my Mom couldn't avoid.
Her poor MINI (named Picaboo) had a really bad tire blow-out. It's
dead.
We just called MINI roadside Assistance, and they're sending out a tow
truck to put on the spare.
In the meantime, we're sitting here in a small divide between the
freeway and the offramp.
Waiting....
Poor Mom. Poor MINI.
Hopefully, we'll stillbe able to have lunch with my Dad.
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