On our way home from Denver we got a flat tire. I thought this was something to be documented. We put on the little donut tire and it was half full. We had no other option but to drive on it. All I could do was laugh. I told Benson at this point you just have to laugh. Luckily about a mile down from where we were in Spanish Fork Canyon some ghetto little station was open and we were able to get our tire fixed. It was frustrating to watch the guy fix it because I knew that Benson could have had it done in half the time. What is even worse is we then had to pay him $10 to do it. Oh well, that's life. For some reason the pictures are out of order but you get what is going on.