So i am now in the wonderful little town of Havana Illinois. Yesterday Liss and i were coming back from their grandparent's cabin at the little lake on the otherside of Bath, and we blew a tire. She called her dad, since she didn't know how to change a tire, and said that we should just wait for him to come rescue us. I decided Hell no, we're not going to just wait around for some man to come riding up on his big white horse and rescue the damsel who doesn't know how to change a stinking tire, we're going to change it ourselves. So i got out the jack, tire iron, and the spare and we got to work. Changed that puppy out in less than twenty minutes, including the ten spent on getting the jack to lift the car off of the tire. Just as we had the whole thing changed out and were ready to get it down off the jack, the jack got stuck. Right at that point in time, Liss had been complaining that chivalry was dead cause a few people she knew from school had passed and just looked at us with out stopping, a truck full of strapping young farm boys pulled up and asked if they could help. The three of them seemed rather astonished that not only could we change a tire, all we asked that they do was get it down off the jack for us. To our astonishment the walked up and PICKED UP the back of the car off of the jack. Just picked it up like it was a two by four or something. They were rather good looking, in a cornbread midwestern farm boy kind of way. Needless to say we checked them out and returned in kind. I just wanted to share this goodfortune with my friends here on the loom. Chivalry is not dead, indeed it is alive and well in the hearts and minds of midwestern farmers and their families. Thanks guys!
