<human>: So it's been a rough week for me, having to get college payments in, moving, as well as my grandfather passing away last sunday (prompting a sudden drive to Tennessee from my Northern Michigan home and seeing my mother more upset than I've ever seen). 

My girlfriend and I were driving my dad's Jeep Cherokee, I drive a small four door, so I was borrowing it to help move my shit downstate. As we're driving back to my house, I realize it's a gorgeous evening and I dont feel like wasting it inside, so I decide to head down a few two-tracks by my house that I know of. I used to ride my bicycle down them when I was a kid, but, having a sedan, I'd never driven them in a car...

SSSSssss goes the tire, and I pretty much have a meltdown, upon checking and realizing that there isnt a spare, it's 8:30 on a monday night, and it's getting dark (plus all the other stress thrown in there, this was pretty much the catalyst). We call my dad and I give him the lowdown, and the only option is to walk back out of the woods, about a mile, and have him pick us up, leaving the Jeep behind. No big deal.

So today, my trusty mechanic picks me up and we head out there. Bad news: there's a fallen tree that the Jeep BARELY made it under, and we're in my mechanic's service truck. Not gonna happen. So, for ten minutes, I watch helplessly as he hammers away at the tree with an axe. It's just sharp enough to get through, but him and I both had to tug at it pretty hard to get it out of the way. We get it though, and make it to the disabled Jeep and throw the new wheel on. He told me his back was hurting a little from pulling the tree, which made me feel even worse.

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<bot>: popped a tire on a two-track, no spare, sat overnight, mechanic hurt his back a bit moving a tree so his truck could get through, I feel bad the rest of the day.