...Time was, I could just let the menfolk take it behind the shed with a shotgun and blammo! Problem well, not really solved; we'd still had to go to the junkyard and find a wheel with a decent-enough tire on it. In This Modern Age, it'll mean a trip to garage where I bought the tires. With any luck, they'll be able to stick a new stem in the thing and the tire will still be in good condition, or good enough; I can take it to work and maybe get a garage downtown to put it back on my car, thereby avoiding further messing-about with the teensy-weensy car jack, the itsy-bitsy spare and all the other saccharine bits and bobs comprising the tiny-car spare-tire kit.
Anyway, that's the plan.
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