I met my old Mustang club for lunch in Oakdale, CA and, on the way home, I noticed that my roof boot was flapping on the driver's side. Slid off Hyw.99 at the Central Lodi exit and pulled to the curb to reaffix the boot. As I pulled off the curb I got a big "Wop, wop, wop" from the right rear and there I was, stuck in Lodi. I have to give props to both AAA, who came out and changed my tire, and to Les Schwab in Lodi, who repaired my road tire in record time at no charge. I asked how much a replacement B.F. Goodrich T/A radial would cost (just in case there was some horrible damage to my road tire) and the guy said "We don't sell that tire here.", which only increased my admiration for Les Schwab. I bought the tires years ago at America's Tire, but there ain't no stinkin' America's Tire in Lodi. Probably one of the last towns in CA without one. Fortunately I didn't run out of travelin' money and my plans didn't fall through (Credence Clearwater).