Pull over the car, please!

Due to requests from here and there I'll now write my blog in English (or do my best, please ignore my mistakes :o)).

We got underway Sunday morning from Seattle along Interstate 5 going west towards the Washington coast. We wanted to go on the coastal highway 101. We got there to a town called Raymond, got a sandwich and headed for the Beach. Beautiful beach! It was very similar to the Danish west coast. Very long, nice white sand and big sand dunes. Leaving the beach, I thought I heard some weird noise from the car. Fermin didn't think much of it, so we kept driving.

Going through these small towns along the beach, the speed limit constantly changes from 35 to 55 mph. And all the sudden we had a cop on our tail! He pulled us over, checked my license and everything. I was doing 55 in a 35 mph zone! I got away with a warning and pulling of the side of the road I realized that we had a flat tire... Damn, not my day.

So I pulled over again, the cop still being behind us. He pulled over and gave us a hand changing it, nice guy.

So now we're driving around on the donut. I tried to go to a tire shop and fix it today, but it was to bad off. So now we have to have the car replaced somewhere.

Never mind that! We're in Seaside, Oregon now and I'm going surfing today. The weather is nice, it's not that hot, the waves are looking good. Rock on!