I still want to trade my bike in for a car
Wow. I was walking down one of the main streets in Eugene, Willamette, when I heard a clank and rattle and thud. I looked over and saw a wheel flying away from a beat up old car, across the road, bounce over the bushes and land somewhere in a parkinglot nearby. That was around the time I noticed the horrible screeching that the beat up car was making as it decelerated along the road. With only 3 tires. As soon as the car stopped, out popped a handsome young man, with a confused look on his face. Apparently he had just bought the car, and after we found his tire and confirmed that he was OK, we noticed the blaring lack of lugnuts that were suppose to be holding the wheel to the car. Imagine that. I was in a hurry, (unfortunately), so I suggested he unscrew one lugnut from each of the other tires and use those to put his wheel back on. It wasn't a permanent solution, but at least it would get him home or to the mechanics. I am a genious. I really am. I still need to get my damn liscence.