Monthly Archive for May, 2010

Dudes working on my tire.

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Snapped a picture of the beast withbout a tire. Right when I snapped the pic, the tire dudes stepped into the frame.

Duct tape to the rescue.

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The 95 chevy van got a flat today. Someone at work pointed out that the van was leaning a bit. Sure enough, not a bit of air in the tire.

My first thought? Spare tire! I didn’t have one, of course.

So, I borrowed one of those air compressors that plug into a cigarette lighter and went out to pump up the tire. It was raining, of course.

I had to have Wendy plug it into her cigarette lighter since mine is broken, of course.

I got it all pumped up, and pulled the nozzle off the tire. As soon as it was off, I could hear the hiss of air escaping – Fast. I grabbed the tire valve and bent it toward the tire. The hissing stopped. Damn, broken valve stem.

So, there I was squatting by a broken tire holding the valve stem in just the right way to stop the tire from going flat in the pouring rain.

My solution? Duct tape. I taped the valve stem against the tire to hold the leak closed. I just had to make it a mile down the road to sams club, in the rain, oh, and my windshield wipers don’t work, of course.

I made it to sams, barely. I could feel the tire losing pressure as I was driving. It felt like the van was going to roll over any second. Scary feeling in big van.

So, here I sit waiting for my new tire (that I’m sure will outlast the van). It’s only going to cost me $113.00. Yippie!

Things you hate to hear.

“Dad! The hand fell off my GI Joe action figure and fell in the toilet while I was pooping.”

There’s no Dad handbook that warns you about stuff like this.