So I kept driving. I was doing about 20 miles an hour, with my flashers on and my eyes glued to the rearview mirror watching the traffic; cars AND trucks come flying up behind me at fifty miles an hour. We finally got to the other end of the bridge and pulled off to the side. I emptied the back of the car (I had 30 gallons of diesel oil in there, along with some boxes of stuff I picked up from my Dad's) so Ed could get to the spare tire. Just as he was about to jack up the car, a man who belonged in THIS truck came to our rescue.
He asked if we needed help, to which Ed said "No". I was thinking Uh, YEAH we need help! because I didn't want to get dirty, when Ed piped up again and told the guy that if he wanted to help with the jack, he could. The guy responded with "Well, I'll just change the tire for you. Let me take care of the whole thing." Who could refuse that? So Ed helped him with the handing of the tools, but this New York State DOT Angel came to our rescue and took care of everything. He had us on our way in less than 30 minutes.
So even when they are busy, in post blizzard conditions, a fellow New Yorker came through once again!