Bryan & I truly believe that we are disproportionately unlucky when it comes to our cars. We have to have way more set-backs than the average Joe.
So I'm leaving work... a little late... and as I'm leaving the exit ramp from the parking garage I hear 'GUH' then I hear 'ggguuuujjjjjjjjj' so I pull over in front of the Governor's Mansion, stick my head out the window, and see a TOTALLY flat-on-one-side tire. That's the kind of tire that doesn't go well.
Then I called Bryan and prayed that he was still downtown (since I left late) and he was! So I walked a few blocks to meet him and we went to eat dinner then we went back to fix the tire. Bryan taught me how to fix it and I got to help!
The CULPRIT!!!!! A big fat screw!And Voila. A wheel that goes.