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My front passenger tire has been low, but with zero gas in my tank I haven't been able to fix it. Today I had a psychiatrist appointment (finally) and it's payday, so I figured gas/air then appointment. Oh boy.
My appointment was at 9am, literally three minutes down the road. I left the apartment at 8.30 to have plenty of time to get gas then make it to my appointment. I walked out of the front door at 8.30, I should say.
There was about three inches of snow on my truck. No big deal, just wiped it off and... shit. There's a good 1/4 inch of ice on the windshield. So I scratch at the ice with my little gloved fingers until I made something like a four inch by four inch hole in it. My truck is running, heater on full blast, but my truck is over ten years old. It takes forever to my heater to even heat up.
So alright, hole in the ice, still have time to get gas and air. Get in the truck, start backing up, cease backing up, spin out tires. Delicious. I get out, kick at the snow around the tires and get a good look at my low tire. Well, fuck. Low turned into nearly empty somewhere along the line.
I briefly consider walking to my appointment. It's not far away, but by this point I didn't think I'd have the time. Alright, think Casey, think.
Maybe I can pull forwards and then go backwards, get a little momentum until I hit the pavement. I mean it's only another six or eight inches of ice and then they'd laid down salt and scraped and whatnot. There's another car about ten feet behind me. Try this plan while praying I don't succeed and then slide right into them.
I don't. I don't succeed at all. I can move forwards and backwards about a foot (on a bad tire), but I can't seem to get over the ice. I end up playing 50million point turnaround. No cars on either side of me, I just kept cutting the wheel for that foot until I was moved 90 degrees, and then tried driving forwards. That worked. I managed to make it to the appointment on time, no gas or air though.
Hour and a half later, I get out of the appointment and stare woefully at my tire. I shouldn't have driven on this. I -can't- now. I'm only two or three inches shy of wheel well. I don't even know if I own a spare tire.
I check under the truck and low and behold I do. So I do what any self-respecting tomboy would do. I c
TO BE CONTINUED
My appointment was at 9am, literally three minutes down the road. I left the apartment at 8.30 to have plenty of time to get gas then make it to my appointment. I walked out of the front door at 8.30, I should say.
There was about three inches of snow on my truck. No big deal, just wiped it off and... shit. There's a good 1/4 inch of ice on the windshield. So I scratch at the ice with my little gloved fingers until I made something like a four inch by four inch hole in it. My truck is running, heater on full blast, but my truck is over ten years old. It takes forever to my heater to even heat up.
So alright, hole in the ice, still have time to get gas and air. Get in the truck, start backing up, cease backing up, spin out tires. Delicious. I get out, kick at the snow around the tires and get a good look at my low tire. Well, fuck. Low turned into nearly empty somewhere along the line.
I briefly consider walking to my appointment. It's not far away, but by this point I didn't think I'd have the time. Alright, think Casey, think.
Maybe I can pull forwards and then go backwards, get a little momentum until I hit the pavement. I mean it's only another six or eight inches of ice and then they'd laid down salt and scraped and whatnot. There's another car about ten feet behind me. Try this plan while praying I don't succeed and then slide right into them.
I don't. I don't succeed at all. I can move forwards and backwards about a foot (on a bad tire), but I can't seem to get over the ice. I end up playing 50million point turnaround. No cars on either side of me, I just kept cutting the wheel for that foot until I was moved 90 degrees, and then tried driving forwards. That worked. I managed to make it to the appointment on time, no gas or air though.
Hour and a half later, I get out of the appointment and stare woefully at my tire. I shouldn't have driven on this. I -can't- now. I'm only two or three inches shy of wheel well. I don't even know if I own a spare tire.
I check under the truck and low and behold I do. So I do what any self-respecting tomboy would do. I c
TO BE CONTINUED