OK.....true story that happened to me today (seriously ridiculous!):
It's been very cold here and the snow melted a bit and then it freezing rained and then more snow and we drove over it in our driveway so the end result is now a frozen bumpy choppy mess. Anyway, I navigated my way to the car without falling more than once and proceded to drive out over all the chop to the road and on to work this morning. It was sunny but cold .....all in all.....a nice winter day.
I did hear a kind of banging around, I thought, under the hood, but I figgered it was just a belt or two that was cold and that it would go away, once the vehicle warmed up a bit, which it did. After a few minutes, there was no more banging around and I turned up the radio.
Drove about 5 miles on a country highway to the "big" highway. Jumped on the "big" highway and since the road was dry, the traffic light, the sun shining, radio playing......I was quite enjoying myself, driving along, maybe speeding a bit, not a care in the world, really.
Started to sing.....and noticed a van pull up beside me and the woman passenger looked frantic.....waving her arms and flailing about madly and I thought: "Wonder what's wrong with that woman? Gee people are weird"...... and kept driving along, singing a bit more, enjoying the sun, the music, the day....
........ but my peripheral vision noticed the van was still there and when I looked again....the same woman was still making maniac motions and mouthing words I couldn't understand so I decided to roll down my window to see if I could make out what she was trying to say:
"Flabba ttiiiiiiii" she was yelling.
Flabba ttiiiiiii?
"Flabba what?" I yelled back.
"Fillabba tiiiiiiii!!!", she screamed louder, not making any more sense.
"Flabba who?", I said louder (in case she couldn't make out what I was saying)
"Flat tire!!" she roared and pointed to the back of my vehicle, like a mad woman!!
I'd say I'd driven about a dozen miles by now. Could I really have a flat tire?
"Thanks!" I roared back and moved over into the exit lane, slowed down, just a little and looked for the next exit. I decided that if I was going to be out of commision, that I might as well find a coffee shop to wait at, so I drove a few blocks 'til I found one.
Pulled in. Parked. Got out and looked.
Flat as flippin' pancake I tell ya!! Who'd a thought??
Anyhow......just letting ya'll know that people like me can have really flat tires and not even know it. Makes me wonder what else I'm missing?
Sela
PS: And I have no idea why but I didn't even reck the rim, although, the tire was definately shot. Still....it was a nice day for a flat tire, I'd say.
