The inner lesbian

If yesterday had been a fish, I would have thrown it back in the water!

The day started out harmless enough with my morning coffee and Anderson (his nightly show is replayed at 0500). Then I was off for another day of work.

On my way to work I go to pass a truck on the narrow streets of Pittsburgh and the truck swerves over into my lane causing me to swerve to my right. When I swerved to avoid the truck I hit a jutting of the curb with my back tire. Made an awful sound. Then as I drove the next few feet I waited. I just knew the tire was blown, but the ride was still smooth. So I went on.

About 1/2 to my work I have to travel this upward winding road. And on my first turn I heard the noise and could feel the car shake a bit. By then there were no places to pull over. So I crossed my fingers and prayed that I would make it to my parking lot.

I finally made it and then was able to get out to examine the damage. Back tire shredded, but the fender and all were in tact. Years earlier a shredded tire tore up a fender.

So instead of changing the tire then (everyone was arriving for work) I took an early day and changed it before leaving.

I must admit I rather enjoyed changing the tire myself. It somehow made me feel a little manly there for a while (that feeling soon faded). So the flat gave me an excuse to drop the car off for service and do a little shopping for myself.

So with manual labor interrupting my Tuesday I am hoping today things will return to normal.