Just a couple of weeks ago, I left the house and trashed my mom’s tire and rim. Yesterday my friend Sondra and I headed into town. I left Jasper with my awesome neighbor/friend and got excited about actually leaving the house.
We literally were no more than two miles out of town when the whole car sounded like it was falling apart. Sondra stopped the car and we both got out. I thought I would see a piece of her bumper hanging down. Nope, just her tire completely off the rim. What the what?? I seriously did not know that was possible. (Apparently the combination of a frozen tire and sitting for four days did it in.)
I called my trusty pit crew (ie. Josh) and he came out to put the donut on. Sondra and I sat in his warm car watching him remove the demolished tire in less than five minutes. So much for leaving town… At least we didn’t wreck the car and Josh was there to change the tire.
In other news, I am grounding myself to the house.
WOW Kimberly! At least you weren't cruisin down I-55 at 65-70 mph when that happened! :(
Stay at Home Mom apparently means Stay at Home! Sorry…I just had to comment.