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I am not one who is easily shaken. Point of fact I have thus far never been shaken, that was until I had the unfortunate minor incident with a wayward tire and a very unhappy wall. I find that most people get there excitement from bunee jumping, rock climbing and things of that nature. I find that, although well meaning, they lack the true verve of a thrill junkie such as myself. So when I find myself in a place of shear boredom, I look towards my friends for advice, encouragement and a little piece of happiness to fill my dull drums. It was on one particularly heady day when I asked a friend(for lack of a better word)to check something that had troubled me about my auto. Like a "friend" he was more than happy to submit to my humble request. Whilst I read through the manuel of my particular brand of auto he, the "friend" busied himself with the task at hand. During this time we exchanged the pleasantries that one is obliged to do when someone is doing this sort of thing for you. I am not opposed to this sort of inane chatter, however I do it so infrequently that one scarcely knows what to chit chat about. At any rate, with the job done and all the parts back in there respected places he, the "friend", informed me that what I had initially thought was the problem was in fact not the real problem. This made me smile, because he had done exactly what his purpose in life was deemed for, fixing shit. Now of course happy with the repairs I drove off into the night eager to show the man at the mechanics shop that he was wrong and that my brake did work. Of course it did and the man was ere ashamed of making such an accusation to the latter. Again happy with everything being as it should be I drove my auto hither thither and most assuredly yon:) Who knew the trauma that was to befall this lad. While driving my auto on the interstate a strange vibration ore took the vehicle and I was thrust into the rapidly moving traffic! I grabbed the steering wheel a tried to steady the auto and what should I happen to see rolling(without the rest of the auto)down the interstate and past me? You would be correct if you had guessed my tire!! Then the choice was made; should I (A) go into the rapidly moving traffic? or should I (B) try to climb a wall with a 1994 Crown Victoria station wagon? Well of course the choice was obvious, climb the wall and hope I don't completely fuck up my favorite mode of transportation!! With luck I will go up in a fiery blaze that certain friends fear will be my demise, sooner than later. As I paused on this special delivery trip from hell,I wondered what could have happened? What would make a wheel just decide on its' own to disassociate itself from the rest of its' "body"? As the tow truck driver retrieved the tire, he commented on the fact that all the lug nuts where in the mini hub cap:"as if they had not been properly re-attached". As my mind pondered this, the only thing I could think of was the "friend". He had thus far been the only one who ever touched my auto in the "biblical" sense. What to do? Well this will never do! I really must have a chat with the fellow and find out had gone wrong. And if I were a person of a more mitigating type of mind, then this would be chalked up to an unfortunate mistake ont there part. But let's face it, I am a person who seldom mitigates people for actions that would put me in harms way, even if same said person where a brother, lover or friend. I just don't have it in me to laugh off something as grand as nearly ending a life,not well spent but extremely well lived.