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Some couples take weekend getaways. We take roadside pit stops sponsored by blown trailer tires and sheer determination.

Today started off simple: head out. Easy. Until the trailer decided it was done with this whole “functioning properly” thing. One tire straight-up gave out like it had seen enough of life. Poof. Done. No warning. Just a sad thump-thump-thump that turned into us pulled over on the shoulder, dodging traffic like real-life Frogger.

Now picture this: Travis in red shorts, Crocs planted on the pavement, sun blazing, cars whizzing by, and me playing photographer/pit crew/occasional heckler. He jacks up the trailer like he’s in the Indy 500, calmly removes the tire, and we realize…we’re about to roll on three wheels. And not in the cool, lowrider way.

So there we were, hauling a Kubota, with one wheel missing and our pride slightly dented. But do you think that stopped us? Nope. We limped our way to our destination and found a new tire like we were in a low-budget action movie, just two people, one mower, and a trailer defying basic physics.

Fast forward: we snagged a replacement tire, got it on, and boom…we’re back on four wheels like nothing ever happened. You’d never know we were one pothole away from reenacting Trailer Tire Gone Wild an hour earlier.

Moral of the story? Life throws a flat at you when you least expect it. But if you’ve got a Travis, some Crocs, a jack, and a sense of humor, you’ll not only survive…you’ll end up with a new tire and a better story.