Jump in with Jacob 22 January

I had my first official calling to manhood the other day, just days after my 25th birthday. A warm welcome to the second quarter of my road to 100.

Speaking of roads... well, it all started on the Bruce Highway, as I learned I had acquired a puncture in my rear-right wheel.

Lovely.

I managed to arrive at my destination safely, but the next morning, the fate of my future travels was now firmly in my hands. It was up to me to change the wheel.

I get it—sounds quite elementary. But just let me have my moment, will ya?

So there I knelt, still in my pj’s, alongside my colleague and super assistant for the morning, Chelsea, who decided to pitch in by playing photographer (see photo) and snickering as I struggled to locate the spare wheel.

After a gruelling half hour in which blood, sweat, and tears were exuded in great quantities, I had finally done it—located the spare wheel, that is.

Then it was time to brush off some old, dormant memories of my dad teaching me how to use a jack and centre the wheel when tightening lug-nuts.

And once the wheel was (seemingly) attached, it was time to test if my memory had served me well.

For the entire hour-long drive back home—well, let’s just say I’d never been so attentive on the road.

No music. No podcast. No phone calls.

Just me. There. Stiff…

And worried that every bump in the road was the wheel saying “adios.”

But after a trip that felt like it spanned weeks, I eventually arrived safely in Home Hill, car in one piece, and safe in the knowledge that I now had the ability to change the wheel of a 2015 Renault Kangoo in my repertoire.

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