Tubasaluki: Quoting music since 2003

Notice the letter “l” that is included in the title of this post. If it were omitted, I’d be writing about Fat Tire, which is awesome. Its delicious and not sold in Illinois.

No, instead Dear Readers, I am talking to you about a flat tire, which is the exact opposite of its beer counterpart.

On November 5th I went to a friends house to watch “V for Vendetta”. (Remember, remember, the fifth of November). The movie was awesome.

I’m giving one of my friends a ride home when we notice that 1) the truck is trying to shoot off to the right by a lot and 2) there’s a scraping noise. That usually equals bad.

So, we turn into the Papa John’s parking lot and notice that the right front tire is flat. After getting rides, we decide to just leave it there for the evening and I would take care of it later.

The next day, I arrive with a different friend to try to fix the problem. We notice that yes, I do have a spare but we don’t know how to get it down. I’m also lacking a jack and a lug wrench. Oh the things I travel across the country without!

After purchasing a jack and a lugwrench, we return to the pizza place to see if we can change the tires. We had found out how to lower the spare, life was grand.

Until we realized that my bumper covered up the key hole in which one insterts a flathead rod to lower the spare. So, I have a spare and no way to access it. Plus, the jack I bought can’t raise the truck high enough. Awesome!

We use my friends jack and get the tire off of the rim. We take the tire to Plaza Tire Center to get it patched up. I don’t know how long it takes to patch up a tire, but I did know it was going to be awhile until I got it back. Bringing in the tire at 10 meant they could not look at it until 4.

Off to class I go, with a tire in one part of town and a truck on a jack in another.

Somehow, it all ended well with me picking up the now patched up tire at 4:30 and getting it on the truck soon after. I felt compelled to eat at Papa John’s since I, you know, took a spot in their parking lot for a day. I do not plan on making that mistake again, if anything because it involves Papa John’s.

The truck is fiine now, and things are well. They will be better after this nap.

Oh and hey, you can comment again. So, do that.

I know my mind is made up so put away your make-up,

Alan