Sunday, November 05, 2006

Goodyear? Michelin? Yokohama?

The car made a strange noise on Friday. I slammed my fist on the dashboard and it went away. On Saturday, around 5:00 a.m., on my way to the airport, the noise came back. This time, I slammed my fist on the dashboard and it didn't go away. It got worse and then turned into the unmistakable THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of a flat tire.

The only way I was going to make my flight was if I got Deb and the girls out of bed and switched cars. 15 minutes later I left my family on the side of road waiting for the tow truck I called.

I felt awful.

I made the flight, got to San Diego and worked the afternoon away.

The plan was for Deb to take the car and get the four new tires that I should have put on the car weeks ago. During the day I took a break and called Debbie. She told me she tried to get the car new tires but after waiting for hours for Tires Plus to get the job done she gave up. She went to the airport and switched cars in the parking garage and took our sleepy girls home after a long day.

I got upset with her for not taking care of the car. It was an irrational reaction brought on by a bad day and the fact that I don't like being away from home anymore.


Right now, I'm looking out my window and I have a beautiful view of the bay. The weather is warm and tonight I'll probably have a good dinner some place nice.

I'd rather be cleaning my garage.

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