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Why yes, I am the occasional curb-checker. It happens from time to time, but my car and tires always end up being ok. Not this time...
Earlier today I went with Matthew to Baton Rouge so he could take his EMT test. He went in at 7:30 and I was going to go get coffee. Bitch ass GPS lied to me and told me there was a Starbucks where there wasn't so I pull into a strip mall parking lot to orient myself and try again. Matthew has a Jeep. I am not used to the dimensions of his Jeep, nor am I aware that the curb is out 50 feet further than it needs to be, and there is a fucking mammoth sized rock at the end of it. I hit the curb, but in doing so I go over the rock and push it. It didn't feel like I hit a rock, but I did, and the fucker punched a hole in his tire. A. Freaking. Hole. Two seconds later I hear "HISSSSSSSSSSS" and my thoughts are "Shitshitshitshitshitfuckfuckfuckfuck". I pull into a parking space and get out and watch the tire deflate. By this time Matthew is already taking his test and can't answer his phone. I wait for him to get out, thankfully I'm only two blocks away, and I go get him.
See, the cool think about having a Jeep is that there is another tire on the back, not a donut, a tire, so tire change is easy.... except for the fact that we can't get the jack out. Seriously, it is packed in its compartment so tight that neither of us can get it out. So I call AAA (first time I used it! Thank god I have it!) and they change the tire, easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy.
I still feel like an idiot, and I'm definitely going to replace the tire, but at least it was only the tire and not the whole car.
Earlier today I went with Matthew to Baton Rouge so he could take his EMT test. He went in at 7:30 and I was going to go get coffee. Bitch ass GPS lied to me and told me there was a Starbucks where there wasn't so I pull into a strip mall parking lot to orient myself and try again. Matthew has a Jeep. I am not used to the dimensions of his Jeep, nor am I aware that the curb is out 50 feet further than it needs to be, and there is a fucking mammoth sized rock at the end of it. I hit the curb, but in doing so I go over the rock and push it. It didn't feel like I hit a rock, but I did, and the fucker punched a hole in his tire. A. Freaking. Hole. Two seconds later I hear "HISSSSSSSSSSS" and my thoughts are "Shitshitshitshitshitfuckfuckfuckfuck". I pull into a parking space and get out and watch the tire deflate. By this time Matthew is already taking his test and can't answer his phone. I wait for him to get out, thankfully I'm only two blocks away, and I go get him.
See, the cool think about having a Jeep is that there is another tire on the back, not a donut, a tire, so tire change is easy.... except for the fact that we can't get the jack out. Seriously, it is packed in its compartment so tight that neither of us can get it out. So I call AAA (first time I used it! Thank god I have it!) and they change the tire, easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy.
I still feel like an idiot, and I'm definitely going to replace the tire, but at least it was only the tire and not the whole car.