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Strangers Are Neat
Mar. 1st, 2006 10:46 pmSo my car's had this problem where the steering wheel jiggles back and forth. Wasn't a control issue, but it made things very, very bumpy. Worrisome. And it'd been getting progressively worse to where, today, it felt like I was driving on at least one flat tire.
Well, SOMETHING was wrong with the right front tire after all because today it exploded. On the way to the tire place. Well, on the way back home to look up where the tire place was exactly, because I'd originally gone out just assuming I'd come across it and didn't. So anyway, nobody was hurt, nothing dangerous, but there I am sitting out on the inner shoulder getting a shortsleeve tan, knowing I don't have a spare tire and finding it odd how completely without a clue I am as to what to do. I called a few friends who don't actually have cars, before I remembered that about them; I stared at the gas stations barely over a street away, not knowing how good of an idea it was to just leave the thing alone; and I ended up just sitting on the hood for a while (catcall count: 2), trying to think. A motorcyclist entertained all and sundry by doing a wheelie and staying in it all the way down the road. I had thought of some friends with cars, but I didn't know how to tell them where I was.
I knew for sure, though, that I wasn't going to be stopped for. I never see anyone stop for people; I never stop for people-- waiting for stoppers was not on the plan list. And then within five minutes a lady had pulled over.
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Remind me to post the Cameron Park story too, someday!
Well, SOMETHING was wrong with the right front tire after all because today it exploded. On the way to the tire place. Well, on the way back home to look up where the tire place was exactly, because I'd originally gone out just assuming I'd come across it and didn't. So anyway, nobody was hurt, nothing dangerous, but there I am sitting out on the inner shoulder getting a shortsleeve tan, knowing I don't have a spare tire and finding it odd how completely without a clue I am as to what to do. I called a few friends who don't actually have cars, before I remembered that about them; I stared at the gas stations barely over a street away, not knowing how good of an idea it was to just leave the thing alone; and I ended up just sitting on the hood for a while (catcall count: 2), trying to think. A motorcyclist entertained all and sundry by doing a wheelie and staying in it all the way down the road. I had thought of some friends with cars, but I didn't know how to tell them where I was.
I knew for sure, though, that I wasn't going to be stopped for. I never see anyone stop for people; I never stop for people-- waiting for stoppers was not on the plan list. And then within five minutes a lady had pulled over.
( Read more... )
Remind me to post the Cameron Park story too, someday!
