Sorry to those 3 people out there who have been anxiously awaiting a new post on my blog, I've been distracted (see also: lazy/out of ideas to blog about) but now, I have a story. So I was driving to my sister's house yesterday to hang out with her and her husband and to enjoy some of her delicious cooking. As I was pulling off the interstate, I turned down my radio and I heard a flapping noise as I was slowing down at the stoplight. I figured that something had gotten stuck on the rim of my tire and I would take a look at it when I got to my sister's house or check it at a gas station if the sound got louder. As I went through the next few intersections, my tire pressure monitor came on so I pulled off at the next gas station. When I was getting out of my car, I heard a ridiculously loud hissing sound coming from my rear driver's side tire. I pumped up the tire and drove to a tire place to get it checked out. As I was talking to the mechanic about the problem, I could visibly see the back of my car sinking with the rim almost hitting the ground. When the mechanic showed me the tire, it looked like a key was wedged in it. I had to get a new tire.
There are a couple of things about this that I am grateful for:
1) That I was pulling off the interstate when it happened so I didn't have the tire pop when I was going 70.
2) That I was by my sister's so she was able to direct me to a nearby repair shop.
3) That I had some bones to pay for a new tire.
After this incident, I've also decided that the rear driver's side tire of any car I drive hates me. When I first moved to Salt Lake and I was driving Morris the Taurus, I got a nail in the rear driver's side tire. Last year, I got an nail in the same tire on my Rav4. Apparently, that tire has it in for me and one day, it will ruin my life.
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