(Glass half full.)Īlso, we had just returned from driving some of the worst roads in the country, to Drake Bay and Carate, where we could have been stranded by a flat tire on a steep hill, in the middle of a stream or on a one-track road where our mishap would stop all traffic. Had it been the front left tire, and had it happened as we were approaching an oncoming bus, we could have both been killed. It was broad daylight, we were on a wide, flat highway, and there was even a bus stop for me to pull into to change the tire. “Couldn’t have happened in a better place!” I exclaimed, proving that I’m a glass-half-full type of person. Son Jordan, 25, dozing beside me, awoke with a cry and braced for impact. MANUEL ANTONIO, Puntarenas - We were a half-hour from Manuel Antonio doing 100 kph when my left rear tire exploded with a “POW!” like a rocket-propelled grenade had just hit us.
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