Chivalry is not dead! There are still knights on white horses appearing at the most surprising times and places. As you may have guessed, my faith in humankind has been restored by strangers going out of their way to perform great acts of kindness.
We were returning from a week at the beach and were just a few miles east of the beltway around Washington when one of the rear tires gave up the ghost with a mighty whoosh. My niece managed by great skill and a little luck to steer our lurching vehicle over to the shoulder of the highway. Three lanes of steady traffic were swishing past us in either direction.
She called her husband, who was making the trip in his truck, but he was ahead of us and would have to find an exit to turn around and locate us. She called the automobile service and it agreed to come to our rescue but it would be a couple of hours before it could get there. So when all else fails, read the directions. We poured over the chapter in the instruction manual on "How to Change a Tire." The first sentence told us to find an instrument behind the back seat and insert the rod into the hole in the rear bumper to extract the space tire. Since we were unable to locate either the instrument or the hole, this did not boost our confidence in our ability to change the tire.