There is a saying that life is like a road. It has it's bumps, oil slicks, ice, etc, but it really hits you when you run over something and Pop! The tires blow out and your literally in the middle of nowhere. It's a desert with blistering heat. It's scorching your back, and you are sweating, losing precious moisture from your body. Then, you remember, you have a spare tire and the tools to replace the tire. Lucky, aren't you? Well, after you struggle to put the heavy tire out of the trunk you remember that you don't even know how to put it on. Your only hope now is that someone would know how to fix a tire or pick up a hitch-hiker.
After five hours and a few mirages of your father/mother in-law, you are exhausted and try to clear the mental images from your mind. Vroom! Wait! Was that what you thought it was? Yes, it is! The truck slows down into a sudden stop. "Need a ride my man," the man asked. He was very...peculiar. He was a rather fat man with hairy arms and a unibrow. He held an uncountable amount of cigarettes in both hands. "Yeah, I was stuck here five hours. Do you know how to fix tires?" The man smiled, showing his yellow stained teeth. "No man, but one time I used a saw." His car chocked, wheezed, and you thought it even threw up. You were rather taken weary of the condition of his car. After gathering up the courage, you asked, "Is it okay if I ride with you?" "That's why I stopped," the man grunted. As you stepped towards the car, you were greeted by a horrible odor. Your nose crinkles and tears are in your eyes. You cough. "You have a cold," the man asked. After thinking a second, you replied, "Yeah, I cough have a cold." It is very rude to say that a person smells so bad that it makes you cough. "Sorry man, but I don't want to catch a disease." After a few more chokes, the car sped off. Wouldn't it have been easier if you knew how to replace a tire?