jeep flat

so one night i was driving home from work on highway 138 aka Blood alley or California deathway (lots of horrendous accidents) keeping up with the flow of traffic (between 60 five and 70) when all of a sudden the back end of the jeep drops about 6 inches and pulls drasticly to the right. i immediately grab the wheel with both hands and let my foot off the gas , avoiding the brake so that i don’t flip the jeep. as soon as i pass over the bridge for the aqueduct, i pull off the road to inspect the damage only to discover that i had completely blown out the side wall of the tire... no good its now starting to get dark, so i go to start grabbing the jack (so that i can hurry up and get back on the road) and remember that i had taken the jack and all the tools out of the jeep when i was washing all of the ash that has been falling like snow from the local fires out of it. and of course a regular scissor jack for a car will not work so i cant just flag down a random motorist for help. so i called my buddy tom, who is usually my partner in crime when we go out to rescue others that get stranded. he had just gotten out of class at the college, which just happens to be only about five miles from my house. i tell him that either Amanda or amber (2 of my room mates) should be home and that the jack is in the front room under the light switch. so he heads over there to get it and then come find me. while i am waiting it gets dark. so i climb up on top of the hood and lay there looking at the stars waiting for tom to arrive. after about 40 min he pulls up. we pull out the jack, put on headlamps and start pulling out tools looking for whichever one will fit the lug nuts. an of course none of them do! so being the preparedness dorks that we are, we pull out our ham radios and try to see if anyone in the area had the appropriate size tire iron for a jeep. i think this is the first time that no one else has been on the repeater ( listening with their radio in the area) so we do the next best thing and call my dad (he lives about 10 miles from where we were) to come and bring us more tools. while we are waiting for him we decide to pull off the spare to get everything ready. the wind has started to blow and it is getting cold. so normally spare tires  should come off easily... not mine! we pull, we push, we pry. after several min of teamwork and one broken pry bar later, the spare tire is off and on the ground, and of course it is flat! so i call my day up and tell him to bring the portable air compressor with him also (since i left mine at home with all my tools). now we have nothing to do but wait. so while we are waiting, we start talking about guns and cars and emergency preparedness stuff (tom is the guy i am suppose to move in with in December) and other random topics. after about 20 min my dad arrives. we grab the tools, find one that will fit and get to work. after we get the jeep jacked up most the way, it becomes extremely difficult to push down the bar that does the jacking up. so much so that i put all my weight on it and all it did was lift me off the ground (and im not exactly a lite person), so my buddy ( who is slightly overweight, but more importantly heavier than i am) puts all his weight on the jack and is able to slowly get it to move, so we both lean on it and are able to jack it up high enough to pull the old tire off and put the spare on. after that we hook up the mini compressor the cigarette lighter and start filling up the spare. my dad was standing there watching and laughing at us the whole time. after several min it is ready, so we unhook everything and get the tire on and put everything away. then we all go our separate ways. upon further inspection after i got home, i found that the steel bar contraption i have on the back of the jeep to hold the spare tire and the gas cans is bent and all jacked up. so i get to spend the next day welding and getting tires, and then roll into work a few hours late.