Monday, March 22, 2010
I'm not blonde, and keep the polish jokes to yourself...
Um. Yea, this is my tire. I'm kinda proud of it. This past fall, I had a nail in my tire. Fix a Flat was the only option to get me home from cleveland, because no one, not even a towing company could get my tire off. Even with that stuff that loosens screws.
I had a friend try with an impact drill. No go.
In the end I had to pay to have my donut put on. I guess I'm kinda proud of the stratus and its inability to let go. We are working on this together.
At that time, the tow guy said, you need new tires you have steel coming through on the back. Eh, I'll get to it. Cut to the winter time when I'm sliding all over the place, and manfriend told me 50 times, you need new tires. Eh...I'll get to it.
Cut to about 3 months ago, when my car developed an odd "wobble" It kinda shimmied back and forth like it was dancing. Manfriend said perhaps I bent my rim, cus I like to check out a lot of curbs to be sure they are safe...wink wink.
Friday night I'm driving to Cleveland, and my wobble seems to be getting worse on the hiway. I slow down to about 50 and it didn't help so I proceed to call manfriend, and tell him he may have to come get me, my cars acting weird...and all at once I heard horrible noises falling from my back end, smelled something hot, and told manfriend my car was on fire.
I was a wreck, because, I'm awesome in an emergency. I must say he really has a level head and told me to pull over, get my purse and get out of the car. It turns out my car wasn't on fire, it just fell apart while I was driving.
The tire, that is.
Manfriend came to rescue me, and gave me his coat, and was generally cute and sexy all at once, because I love nothing more than a man doing menswork (changing the tire) aaaand being protective of me all at once. *swoon*
I helpd. I mean, held the flashlight. I wanted to hold the nuts too (lug...) but visions of ralphie losing them and using the "F dash dash dash" word stopped me.
So it turns out, the only thing wrong with my tire was it was balt and wearing unevenly. My car drives like a dream on the donut. Only now, I have the fun task of buying a new odd sized tire for my car when I don't have the money.
Reason 567,981 not to have kids. They don't listen, and could die on the expressway one day.