Shimmy Shimmy Splodey Pop
Earthenwood: what kind of adventure did you get into this morning?
atdt1991: oh boy
atdt1991: it’s a story, that’s for sure
Earthenwood: wow
atdt1991: I’m leaving for work, and the car feels a bit sluggish, and I wonder if a tire is low. I pull into the gas station and confirm my right rear tire needs air, and fill it up all proper-like. I head out and my car has a serious shake. Hoping it’s just a seal that needs to pop into place, I get on the freeway, where it is clear that the Self Destruct Sequence has been initiated. I immediately get off the freeway and call work, telling them I’m taking the car to the dealership.
atdt1991: I get a half-mile down the surface streets and BOOM! – it is clear that my tire has gone splodey.
atdt1991: Pulled into a lot, put on my donut, drove to the dealership, chatted up the lady who sold me my car and waited … for them to tell me to come back at 4 to get my tire replacement.
atdt1991: At least, with my tire warranty, it’s free.
Welcome to the explodie tires club!
Good thing that it happened on the surface streets because highway blowouts suck (that’s how people die). Something I wish I didn’t have personal experience with.
It doesn’t sound like it was too traumatic and you can get it done today so it’s only a minor annoyance but it really messes with the tone and tempo of the day.
Yeah. The whole hauling my stuff out of the trunk and installing the donut is annoying but leaves me feeling capable, so I suppose it’s bittersweet.