I might borrow a jack-truck. But they had none small enough to move. But another one I approached suggested I get some planks from a pile at the railroad close by & build up a level spot. This I did, taking the precaution of putting some chunks of cordwood (from a pile by the side of a house) in front of the wheels of the car. To turn the jack, (the car being so low) I had to lie on my side and reach in sideways under the trunk; lying partly on one arm hampered me considerably so that was about all I could do to make the turns. I had to desist every few seconds to relieve the pressure on my arteries, which caused my arms to go numb. Finally I had the car high enough, but when I took out the spare tire, I saw with chagrin that it was completely devoid of air. I had to roll & carry it back to the garage for air. By the time I got back the sun was setting, sending its rich golden rays levelly over the landscape. I was still doubtful whether the car would not tip down off the jack, so I took off the wheel with some trepidation; but without mishap. I did not breathe freely until I had the spare wheel on and several of the bolts in securely. Then such a flood of good feeling came over me that caused all my irritation & aches to disappear as if by magic, and I felt like capering. As I started out again, I sung & whistled for sheer good spirits - I was proud that I had accomplished something out of my line of work under fairly difficult circumstances!!