Set out for Maine Friday AM in a light drizzle which I erroneously thought might clear out as I traveled north. By the time I had crossed the bridge it was a steady, but tolerable downpour. Met up with Erin and we had some lunch in Kittery. If there was any illusion that the weather was going to improve, it ended there. By the time we got into Ogunquit the wipers were on high speed and visibility was nill. Pulling in to our hotel I overshot the driveway and ran up over the curb – first the front tires, then the back. Ouch. I am thinking to myself ###!! I hoped there wasn’t any damage, but it was raining too hard to check at that point. We checked in and decided to take a drive north to Wells and Kennebunkport. I immediately noticed my tire pressure light on, and thought maybe my mishap had something to do with it, so we pulled in to the closest station to check the pressure. Erin was trying to be reassuring- “front tire looks fine……” At the same time, our eyes went to the rear tire which was FFFFLLLAaaaaaattttttt. It was still pouring buckets as we stood there trying to assemble the jack and get out that little life saver tire they give you in the trunk. Erin was doing most of the assembling, and I was pacing in the rain feeling like a bonehead for running over the curb. We seemed to be missing one of the tools we needed and were getting nowhere but drenched, so I decided to lend a hand by going up to the gas pumps and look pathetic to try to enlist some help. I approached a young guy probably early 30’s with a truck who said he would help us out if we would please pull the car under the canopy (why didn’t we think of that?)  and in less than 10 minutes he had that little tire on and sent us on our way with instructions to find the nearest tire shop and get it properly fixed. He refused the money we offered him, and was on his way. Thank you kind stranger with the red truck. After a brief search, we found a shop about 6 miles away. Still pouring cats and dogs. We were soaked to the bone as we approached the 2 salty old men in the tire place. This was clearly a mom and pop shop, and the people there were most clearly from there. The one in charge was wearing a rain poncho down to his ankles. A man of few words. After a brief explanation from us, he rolled out the offended tire and sprayed it all around. In about 30 seconds he said “nope, can’t be fixed.” When it appeared no more information was forthcoming, Erin ventured another question “can it be replaced?” ” Yahp.” Again, nothing more. And so it went. We finally established that he did not have the right tire there but he could get one in a couple of hours. His cohort nodding approval from the sidelines. Long story short – we never did get the tire that day, but went back the next morning and ten minutes and $$ later were on our way.  Mr tire man by then had warmed up to us and was a chattering wealth of information about everything we could hope to know. The rain had stopped, the skies cleared, and the rest of the weekend was great and without incident. Another Maine adventure in the rain…..