flat tire.

yesterday i was driving home when my car started handling weird.  i turned down the music and heard the distinct sounds of a flat tire...boo.


i pulled over and peeked (don't worry it was a very wide residential road), confirmed flat tire.  i was very very near home so i drove the final two blocks (very very risky, you can do irreparable damage...a phrase my dad loves...to the tire and wheel rim).


here is the irony.  last thursday i took my car to a tire shop because the back left wheel was leaking air.  the awesome guys at burt brothers identified the culprit, a screw stuck in the tire.  they took it out, filled up the tire free of charge.  i got home and commented to my roommate that it had been years since i had to change a tire....3 days later...


anyway.  went back to burt brothers today and got a new back right tire today.  tire was beyond saving.  ugh. 


after relaying this to my sister lindy, she commented that has never changed/learned to change a tire.  a reminder that my younger siblings grew up in a different world than the older siblings.  


i recall that almost every family backpacking trip encounter a flat tire.  one year we went the wrong way, tried to turn around on a very narrow gravel road...flat tire.  one year after a long hike back to the car we met a...flat tire.  i believe all these occurrences happened with our old maroon van where you also had to hold the running lights in place (otherwise they'd rattle loose) while driving on dirt roads.  


therefore i've decided that this summer i will teach my sister polly how to change a tire.  ginnie and genny if you need a refresher feel free to join :)    






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