Flat Tire

On Thursday I mentioned to Ken the right front tire looked a little low. He looked at it and agreed, but it didn't look like it was an emergency so we continued with our plans. As we were driving home a motorycylists stopped by us at a light and started yelling something in Hebrew at us. (sidenote: These motorcyclists are like Kamikazee drivers! They weave in and out of traffic and at the lights they go all the way to the front of the line and then move into the middle of the intersection until the light turns Green). We rolled down the window and said English? He pointed to our tire and said something in Hebrew. Maybe our tire was more serious than we thought? We were two blocks from home, so when we parked we looked at the tire. It looked a bit lower than when we last looked at it and decided we should take it in to the car rental place to have it fixed. Friday I had planned for us to go to Caesarea but we thought at "quick" trip to fix the tire would be a priority. We actually found the car rental place fairly quickly, went inside and they said we should go to a tire shop and pay to have it fixed. They pointed us to a tire shop across the street and printed out some sort of document for us. We drove over to the tire shop and waited. It seemed like there were working on 3 different cars (each had their tires off). There were no numbers to take (like at the Post Office) so we stood around hoping to get someones attention. It was hard to determine who was working and who was just there with their car. I finally approached someone who looked like he worked there and he said no, I don't work here. Turns out there was one manager and one guy doing all the work and no one spoke any English. One car pulled in after us, got the workers attention, had his tires filled with air and then took off. We thought, hey! That's what we were here for! With no Hebrew to communicate, we just waited, and waited and waited. I was thinking when's the last time we had a flat tire in the US? Anyway, 20 minutes later the same guy who had his tires filled came back. He apparently spoke some English and was able to convince the worker to work on our tire before he worked on his again. He immediately took the tire off our car and took it into the shop. We were thinking we just needed air not a new tire. Turns out it was a good thing he checked the tire. We had run over a nail. After the tire was fixed we were back in business and on our way to Caesarea. That little excursion took almost the whole morning! What an adventure each day brings.