My Poor Car!

Not two weekends ago my car blew its rear passenger-side tire while I was on the freeway driving back to Oshkosh. Luckily, I was only about six miles away from the Oshkosh exit! However, as I am a non-cell phone owner, I did face quite a perplexity. Lining the freeway was a solid mass of barbed wire running up wooden stock poles about four to five feet tall... could I have climbed it... possibly, but not sensibly. Other options? I wasn't about to walk to the next exit on the side of the freeway so, I drove about two miles per hour partially on the gravel so the rim of the flat had a little flexibility underneath it, and parked on the next exit's off ramp. I walked the rest of the way to a pay phone and called Jim. :) He came right away and helped me put a spare on. I guess I was pretty lucky; according to the guy who fixed my tire, he thought that by the look of the tire, I could have easily lost control and gone completely off the road. I guess someone was watching out for me! (Or, possibly, could it be... I am a good driver?!) ((Jim--don't answer that! :) ))