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Okay. Today I had a flat tire on a major highway. Total air loss. I limp it safely to the gore point between the highway and an off-ramp. Not ideal. A CHP officer was on me fast. She flipped on her lights and asked me to back up into the wider section for added safety. Okay. I moved. I complied.

She cracked my lugs! And despite my factory Jack’s best efforts to murder me, I get it done. I thank her and she spots me back into traffic.

( I go buy some fishing lures)

I then went to the tire shop I just bought my new Coopers at. He says he can fix it. I proceed to get on a conference call for work. The guy does his thing and mouths, “no charge”. I back out leave, unbeknownst to me, my RAYBAN sunglasses slip off the roof onto the roadway and get smashed into a billion pieces. and yes I did a upturn to go look for them and I saw the sad carnage. I manage to finish up my phone meeting without screaming profanities.

At the office typing note, I get the tingly spydie sense thing. I got out look at the tire. I find the leak spot The dude simply stuffed a temporary plug in it! I go to my own regular shop and they try to patch it. Nope. My rim shredded the interior. The tire was a goner. The next flat, next week, next month would have been spectacular. You know it; I would have been doing 80 next to a big rig full of live chickens.

I am so glad I checked. I knew enough that a competent shop would have inspected the tire for damage.

I dodged one Despite my lost favorite rayban wayfarers and the need to buy a single new tire. I think I dodge one. Some basic car knowledge is a good thing.

Now? I’m sitting on the couch sipping a beer while wearing a helmet. Just in case something like a nut falls off an airplane.