The best way to start any morning is with a drivable car. This morning did not start with such a car. My rear driver-side tire was flat as a pancake. Thankfully I noticed the problem before I got out of my subdivision and was able to return to my dry garage to make the switch. And thankfully I’ve got a dad who raised me to change my own tires.
It took me about 40 minutes to change the tire; afterall, I’m not on a Nascar pit crew and I haven’t changed a tire since 2002. But I did it. And I had so much grease on my hands after the fact I had to use Goop to get cleaned up. But my designer jeans were grease-free.
Long story short, I apparently don’t take great care of my tires. The inside sidewall of this tire had some damage that required a tire replacement. And the other tire we replaced had some dangerous thin spots. The two that are left will need replacing by spring. But now that I think if it, we put these tires on my car in 2005, so it’s about time.
And so the question remains today: Am I brilliantly creative or a gigantic idiot? I think the answer is pretty clear, but you can vote below.