Forty-ish years ago when The Bran Counter and I set up home together we opted to insure our worldly goods with the bog-standard provider of the time. During the intervening years, whenever the question of insurance providers arises you can bet our choice will be roundly scoffed at, labelled old fashioned, expensive and “they were horrific to X, Y, and/or Z after the ‘quakes”.
Pah!
Today The Bean Counter discovered the faithful Leaf would not be his mode of transport today
I put the problem in the too hard basket and went about the chores until I could no longer ignore it. The Engineer consulted the handbook and I retrieved the jack from the ute. Action stations!
Why imported, used cars no longer have jacks included is beyond me – maybe it’s just an EV and Hybrid thing – but there was no escaping the fact that ute jack didn’t look like the one in the manual. The one that did was by now was sitting in The Engineer’s car which was in turn chillin’ outside The Bean Counter’s place of employment.
Neither of us was brave enough to elevate an electric vehicle on a jack that was pointy where it should be flat with little cleaty cutout things that would fit so nicely as per figure i).
A call was made.
“Insurance Company, does our Roadside Rescue pack include flat-tyre-in-Our-own-Garage?”
Well, yes it does. But with style!
About 20 minutes later I got the pick up call.
Job done, car home, yay State Insurance.
Union Homestead 
Yay State Insurance is right! It was best to be leery about that jack.
It all sorted itself out, thankfully, and without costing us an arm and a leg
That was a relief. We don’t have a jack or a spare wheel with our car these days. That makes me very nervous.
It is a really odd thing when you’re so used to having a spare tyre. Do you have that aerosol goo you can inflate the tyre with? Having just invested in new tyres, that was definitely our last resort but its good to know its there.
Vindicated after all those years!
They’ve been pretty good to us over the years. This was the icing on the cake