My First Flat Tire

I drove back from San Diego today. About 110 miles from home, I started hearing a loud noise over the CD playing and I wondered why the car next to me was so loud. After a few seconds I realized it was me and not the car next to me. As I pulled off to the right, I realized (after a while) that I had a flat tire! It was my first flat tire ever, and boy what a place to have it-- in the middle of the desert! Thank goodness for AAA.