One a day, plus iron

So I had to drive forty miles (one way) on the turnpike last night to save my sister-in-law from a flat tire on her Ford Fiesta. She had the jack, the tire iron, a working spare, and no reason for being unable to fix this problem herself except a lack of knowledge. She is forty years old and has a PhD. This is unconscionable. Here follows How To Change A Tire because if she exists, as a grown-ass adult who cannot change a tire and yet still drives, then so do other people like her.

( Tire Changing Directions Below the Cut )