A few years back I had a blown tire and was changing it in a cold winter rain at night. I couldn't see shit. It fucking sucked. I put on my donut and then realized it was pretty flat. I'm in the middle of nowhere and had zero cell phone service. Fuck it. I drove for a mile until the donut slipped off the rim. Still no service. Started walking. Eventually a guy came by and we went to Walmart to get me a new tire. It's okay to ask for help. Walking 15 miles would have not been a good time.