We left Palm Desert early Saturday and breezed along over the Grapevine. Thank heavens Bill was ready to get out and stretch and insisted we make a coffee stop. That's where we discovered the flat tire. No problem. With the handy dandy Highlander manual for directions, in no time, the Bills had the tire replaced with a spare. The rest of the drive was blessed with little traffic and we were in San Francisco shortly after 5 p.m.
