Yesterday I was going to my friend Michael's house and I got a flat. I was driving down the 101 and I heard that thump, thump, thump, thump coming from the right rear of the car. Fuck. I pulled over immediately. Got out of the car. Looked down at the tire and, sure enough, it was flatter than Kansas. At least it wasn't raining. So I pulled the mini spare and the jack out of the boot and got to work. Just as I put the lug wrench to the nuts, I hear this guy say, you want some help? I look up and there's this guy in an Oakley Blades and a orange vest looking down at me. Sure, why not. He grabbed a serious jack from his tow truck and changed the tire in less than five minutes. It was surreal. It turns he's part of the new Los Angeles Freeway Motor Service which helps stranded motorists "to relieve some of the transportation delays associated with your daily commute." I'm here to tell you that the program works.