So I’m driving home from COA this afternoon after a long process of trying to do a good deed for my brother. Turning off Road Street1 onto Ehringhaus Street I hear and feel a pop-KA-thunk. No seriously. That’s what it did. Pop-KA-thunk.
I made it back to Riverwind (having already decided my tire was going flat) before I gave up denying I couldn’t make it all the way home.
After a slightly stressful process2 of getting the tire changed and driving over to Merchant’s Tire and waiting for a new tire (BIG slash, had to be replaced), the guy there just grins at us at the register and says “We had an issue with your car.” Sounded scary. But he was grinning. The “issue” was what they pulled out of my tire. Nobody there had ever seen anything this size puncture and STAY IN a tire before.
See image below. And yes, that is a breakpad.3
Although it didn’t screw up my day too terribly, the whole process did make me miss both La Casa at Christ Episcopal and the youth praise band that Adam and I are helping start and lead at First Baptist. Dissapointing. I miss my “chillins”. But I did learn a great deal of patience and acceptance out of this deal. And if I have to walk to La Casa next week I will.
1For those of you not from Elizabeth City, yes, someone actually named a road “Road Street”. That’s just how we do in “No’f Ca-liiina”.
2I say “slightly” stressful because I just decided to be calm about it. Besides finally realizing “Eh, what can you do?”… if there is a non-terrible time to get a flat tire, it’s on your day off and in a safe, non-busy, familiar place.
3No, it was not mine. I asked, and I went over to Jerry at NAPA and he pulled out a set of ’96 Maxima break pads which were not the same.
