OK, the mini-spare is on. Major dent in the lip on the inside. While I had the wheel
Crap this car looks bad with the spare on. How am I ever going to keep it under 50mph until I get another wheel on?
What a bitch it is to change a tire in 90+ degree weather while wearing Zegna slacks and nice shoes. Of course, nothing beats the time I had to change a tire in Mexico while wearing a tuxedo... but that's another story.
Doesn't the Audi Car Club of NA have a Miami chapter? Maybe one of those folks has a spare wheel.
The taxi driver is a woman, and all of 5 feet tall. So, guess who has to change the tire? Needless to say, her taxi was not as well equipped or as clean as our TT's. THere was grease and dirt on everything: the jack, the lug wrench, etc. It was about 100 degrees outside as it was around 4 pm. The wheel lugs didn't come off easily, and I came close to breaking one. Then the wheel wouldn't come off either, so I had to bang on the tire with the lug wrench to loosen it, being careful not to knock the car off the jack.
This whole thing took about 40 minutes, and during which we got passed very closely by several trucks of dubious construction.
When I was done, I was completely soaking wet, angry, and my hands were black. Plus, she had no towels or rags, so I had to drive the rest of the way with my hands up in the air like a surgeon after washing.
It goes without saying that I did not pay for the cab, and then I had to go into a bathroom, lock the door, and strip to dry off, then get dressed all over again.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, Mexico's cell phone system at the time was rudimentary at best. Once we were about 5-10 miles outside town, the phones didn't work.



