The Tire
Originally published at my new awesome blog at gthing.net. Please leave any comments there.
So after my last post I started talking to The Ju online. She was having a hard time with things so I drove up to American Fork to buy her a JBC from Wendy’s and hang out in the park for a bit.
While we were there, we were just sitting on the swings, and this car pulled up with it’s headlights pointed right at us. It sat there for a few minutes and nothing happened. Awkward. Then The Ju’s phone rang.
It was her mother, both on the phone and in the car as it turns out. She had been driving around looking for The Ju and finally found her. Just wanted to make sure she was okay I guess. Why she didn’t just call in the first place I don’t know.
My timing driving home was just right. As I got back to Springville and pulled onto State Street, I saw a car pulled over that seemed to be tilting to one side. As I pulled by I saw a rather helpless looking girl getting out of the car, but I couldn’t see what was wrong.
I kept driving, checking my rear-view mirror. I realized she was in trouble (and it was like 3am), so I turned around and went back. She was indeed stranded, and her phone was out of batteries. She said she needed a tire.
What I beheld was perhaps the funniest thing I’ve seen in a while. Her rear driver’s-side tire was not only flat, but torn completely to shreads. There was very little tire left. She had been driving on her rim for who knows how long.
I told her she would have a spare in the trunk. I pulled it out and changed her tire for her, and talked with her a bit. Nice girl - from Peru - doesn’t know too much about chainging tires.
I felt like a nerd pulling out my phone and taking a picture of the old tire, but it was just too good to pass up. So here it is in all it’s glory:
MOATED!