“Disclosure: this is a paid post for RACV sponsored by Nuffnang“
It’s no secret that we like a road trip.
“We’ve been everywhere man, we’ve been everywhere……” (surely you can hear my tuneful voice belting it out!)
We haven’t actually been everywhere, but we have an almighty Taj-Mahal sized caravan that we road tripped to QLD in last year, and we went to the SLSV Nipper State Championships in Warrnambool a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes we travel sans van – Yanakie earlier in the year, multiple athletics championships, hospital visits, the long haul school pick-ups (nearly a road trip – for we almost require a packed lunch and tent just to get there!), family outings to zoos, and other adventurous places.
I do a lot of driving.
We want to get there – in one piece.
I am not especially good at mechanical ‘stuff’. I am 39% unhelpful when it comes to car stuff (see how unhelpful you are!). I guess I could use a whatsit to change the tyre, if I needed too…… but I prefer not to. That’s what I pay the man at RACV for.
In all of our trips when we have had the van on the back, and Wilbur in the car, nothing has broken, fallen off or stopped working (yes I know – unusual in itself -since Wilbur seems to be the ‘breaker of all things’)
We have driven a gazillion mind-numbing kilometres. that’s a whole lot of “I spy”, “are we there yet” and “I’m hungry”. No problems. Nada. Zilch.
Until the day it was a million a three degrees in the shade.
The girls and I were on our way somewhere. Most likely a beach of some description.
I heard a weird thudding noise as we were driving, and turned the music up – as you do. (John Farnham, if you must know!)
At least a kilometre or two down the road, the thudding became more incessant, so I rounded a corner and found a safe spot to pull over, and bounced out of the car to investigate. I figured it would just be something insignificant, like a strap flapping in the wind.
Most cars have four tyres, mine had three and a half (and that’s being generous).
I wasn’t aware that you could drive so far with only three and a half tyres, with a chunk of metal spinning around.
I hauled the girls out of the car, and we concluded that the situation was dire. There was no shade. No ice-cream. And….. no beach. Oh – and we didn’t have four wheels.
I had a short skirt on, and thought standing on the side of the road showing a little leg might get me some help, until I remembered the RACV Roadside Emergency Assistance Service that we have been members of for ‘yonks’.
So, I ‘called someone who cares’, and rang the RACV, and explained my dilemma. As quick as a flash (of leg!), Frank*, the RACV bloke, had used his whatsit to change my tyre, and I was on my way again.
Let’s so swimming….
The moral of this story is – You cannot rely on your legs to get a tyre changed, but you can rely on the RACV. I avoided a stressful situation by having RACV Emergency Roadside Assistance. Get some. Pronto.
Check out this link to see how RACV Emergency Roadside Assistance can help you. It’s the assurance you need when you don’t want be stuck on the roadside (flashing a bit of leg), with no one to call, and awesome places to be.
*not his real name….
Tell me – how has the RACV been heaps more helpful to you (as opposed to say…. a bit of leg!)