Flat Tire

We got on the road around 8:45 and went the back way so I wouldn't have to drive across that huge bridge on I-10. We noticed it was shimming and a shaking a little more than it had yesterday, but in this rattle trap it was hard to tell a difference. About 20 miles from Lake Charles it starts shaking like the whole thing is going to fall apart and Murr declares we have a flat tire. A few cuss words and a mile later we pull off the interstate into an Exxon parking lot and call the Roadside assistance number. They're supposed to call us and let us know someone is on the way, but it's been 15 minutes and haven't heard from them yet. We'll probably burn a tank of gas just to keep the thing running so we can have some AC. Ah, the joys of traveling in a rented POS RV!!!!

Since we seem to have some time on our hands, I'm going to take some pictures of this lovely vehicle and the Exxon we're parked outside of (not much scenery here to see) and see if I can figure out how to post them for ya'll.