That’s right I needed a pit crew this evening. More to the point…a tire changer. As Postman was trying to remove the lug nuts from our SUV, I was saying out loud, “Where in the hell is the Home Depot pit crew when you need them?” I swear I believe the lug nuts were put on the car with super glue, but Postman eventually got them loose.
Once loose I was able to jack up the car. Well, at least that’s what that contraption was called. It was able to lift the car off the ground enough to remove the flat tire and place the new one back on the car. Let’s just say, this tire change was not under 15 seconds.
I don’t know what caused the tire to go flat. It was probably some random mystery debris I ran over on the way home from work last Friday. Or perhaps it was that Jeff Gordon fan I passed and trapped in traffic. Maybe she threw some random piece of debris out of her window. This SUV was weaving in out of traffic and cutting people off including me. When she finally chose the “right line” she managed to get behind a very slow car. I just had to laugh. I managed to find the faster lane and well…I was ahead of her and well she was behind me…as it should be. I know it’s kind of odd that I would do that, but damn the next you cut me off in traffic don’t try to take me out with you.
The boys are off to Indy this week. I am think I am getting back my mojo. If any track can get Tony back to Victory Lane it’s Indy.