So, there I am, crawling along the 407, when the light goes crazy, 185…150…120…78…35…6
By this time I am off the road, and on the NARROW shoulder. Go to change the tire, and the jack buckles when a truck flies by (so much for emergency brake), and I’m in the middle of putting on the spare. Truck falls down on rim of spare, thank goodness, not on me.
Hope for a better day tomorrow.