Heartbreaker


No Idea / Friday, July 14th, 2006

So this week has sucked. It was supposed to be good. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were free of baseball. Now that’s not good, but they were free of fantasy baseball and that my friends is good. But it was all ruined. On Monday I got a flat tire at some point. I would know when though because the light that’s supposed to come on in my dash to tell me that one of my tires has lost a considerable amount of pressure never came on. I didn’t know until I made a right turn and my back left wheel slipped awkwardly.

So, it’s my first flat and the first setback I’ve had in the wide world of owning a vehicle, but I finally came to grips with it. I didn’t want to change it to the doughnut because I have no idea how to. However on the ride home Tuesday with Rob, we decided we would change the tire. I read the instructions and it looked simple. So we get back to my house, get all the stuff ready and begin. We didn’t get far though because the lugnuts decided they didn’t want to remove their supertight, stranglehold grip and for the life of either of us we couldn’t get a single one off. I mean I was lifting the car off of the ground with the wrench, fearing the metal was just going to shatter. I swear it was bending. Maybe Toyota tightened them too much, maybe the heat of living in the desert expanded the metal, maybe it’s both. So we just gave up before someone lost an eye. So alright, I’ll drive the car the 4 miles to Big O Tires and just have them do it with their machines and electricity and such. Tomorrow (Wednesday) morning.

So it’s Wednesday morning, I inflate the tire as much as it’ll go and I drive to the store. It made it there fine and still had some air to spare. But guess what. Here goes. For those of us with Scion tCs, never get a flat. I’ve warned you. It’s an impossible tire to replace. You can order them online but other than that, not even Toyota has them. I tried two dealerships before I had them order one from LA. And then here’s the heartbreaker of them all. It’s a $250 tire. What did you say? How much for ONE tire? Yeah. I wanted to cry. Instead of letting it all out at once though, I’ve just been sulking all week instead. So tomorrow I’m getting up at 7AM or something and getting the tire replaced and the electronics checked out. Maybe I’ll have better news tomorrow but for now I don’t know what to say.

I’m currently watching: The 40 Year Old Virgin