I really should have my own AAA membership, though.
February 13th, 2006 | by Scott Jennings |I’m very proud of myself.
On Friday after work, I took long walk to the parking lot, only to find a flat tire. Oh noes! Well, I should have known it was coming — my two front tires failed state inspection a couple weeks ago, and it wasn’t even close, these pups were bald as shit.
So I follow my first instinct, and call my Katy to come rescue me with her AAA card. My second instinct was to go back to my office and ask Pete O’Bryan, who has vice-like claws where normal men have hands, to help me put on the spare. But I suppressed that instinct, remembering how he scolded me when I had a flat tire on the Thunderbird (which took me the better part of two weeks to change because the lugnuts were so weird), and got out the jack and the donut and got to work.
It only took me two tries to get the car in the air (be sure you apply the parking brake before attempting to jack up a car), and I got the flat tire off and the donut on as Katy arrived. She asked why I called her when I took care of everything myself, and I told her that I was genuinely surprised that I managed to take care of everything myself.
Saturday morning I limped on the donut out to BJ’s and replaced the two bad tires. Wholesale!
So, I say, good for me! I’m not entirely mechanically incompetent! My car rides 100% better! Good good good!
