I'm more interested in the backstory of Bigfoot learning to change tires. Is this a regular occurrence? If so, do they usually wait for people to look away and zip through like a NASCAR pit crew or is there some communication involved? "Hey man, don't freak out but I'm a Bigfoot. Looks like car trouble, can I help?" or something along those lines. The former would explain the usual blurry appearance in photos but I like the idea that buddy Bigfoot is roaming the woods doing some casual roadside assistance and asking motorists to please be discreet once they're back on their way.
Either way, I'd probably keep quiet. Can't outrun or out-fight them in the first case if they didn't appreciate my disclosure. If it was the latter option, it'd be a real dick move to spill the beans after accepting a favor like that.
The company AAA actually has an add-on called the enhanced Bigfoot package, but you have to ask specifically for it - like it’s on their secret menu and they don’t really advertise it.
So just call up and ask for roadside assistance plans but get it animal style. Makes sense.
Of course not. If someone helps you change a tyre it would be a dick move to set them up to be captured and probably experimented on.
I would be telling everybody about it unless Bigfoot asked me to keep mum.
There are some promises you don't break
Hell no. Bigfoot gets to come out of the woods when and if he wants.
Don’t want to put the man in danger because he took the risk to help.
"Yeah this hairy bigfoot looking motherfucker helped me out. Swear to Christ I couldn't see a patch of hairless skin on the dude!"
Who would believe me even if I said it? Might as well keep quiet and not cause people to be concerned about my sanity
Yeah that's how you get put on antipsychotics.
Fun fact: I had a minor surgery a lot of years ago with a cocktail anesthesia so that I remained awake. Thorazine was one of the drugs. It seems wild that it is used to test schizophrenia, because it certainly caused me to visually hallucinate, or maybe because it was part of the anesthetic cocktail. At any rate, I don't foresee myself ever consenting to taking it regularly. Holy moly, it was wild. And the hallucinations weren't distressing, but knowing I was hallucinating was. Not in a psychonaut kind of way, either.
But... How can you change a tire with such tiny little feet? Feet so delicate you wrap them up in something soft and then in something hard?