This morning was one of those perfect mornings. I woke up after a full nights sleep, not needing to hit the snooze even just once. Captain snuggled up to me and gave me some of his famous Captain kisses, and oh how I love those Captain kisses in the morning. After I showered and got ready for work I had plenty of time for my morning commute. I even left a couple minutes early so I could swing into Starbucks and grab a latte – that never happens!
So there I was, driving down the road as the sun rose, dreaming of lattes and all the goodness that Starbucks brings and listening to Jamie White on the radio, when suddenly I see it… coming right at me, or rather me at it, is a large, silvery patch of ice. Uh-oh. There it is in front of me, then I’m on top of it, then I’m… well, I’m spinning. Once, twice I spin. The guardrail is inches, no centimeters from the side of my car, then I’m spinning the other direction, the opposite guardrail coming right at me! Finally, I make one last turn, veer back into the road and find my final resting spot, sitting sideways in my lane. I look up and see the truck behind me staring at me in shock. I pull off the road as I’m not quite sure what to do at this moment and sit there, shaking. As I’m sitting there, fumbling with my phone and trying to call Zack, I hear a screeching noise. Looking in my rear view mirror I see a little gray sedan screeching around the corner, slipping on the ice, and spinning in circles. Well, at least it’s not just me.
After the shock wore off I got angry. Now, I know that anyone could come around the corner and slide on ice (look at the car behind me) but I’ve known for a little while now that I need new tires. As I drove to Starbucks I cursed and yelled and vowed to get new tires that very day! I called Zack and told him, no matter what, I was going to find someplace that was open on my way home and I would be driving home with 4 brand new, fully aligned tires that night. This was still on my mind as I hopped on the freeway, latte in hand. I hadn’t been on the freeway 5 minutes when suddenly…. Thu-thump thu-thump thu-thump thu-thump…. I gritted my teeth and asked “What… is… THAT.” I pulled off the freeway, got out of my car, and examined my tires. The front drivers side tire had a six inch strip, shredded and frayed, hanging off the tire. You have to be friggin’ kidding me!! So much for my perfect morning.
Luckily, Zack was on his way home and was headed my direction. He dropped his truck off with me so I could make my way to work (and only half an hour late, I must say). He’s on his way now to get me some new tires. So, I guess in the end my vow was true. I will have four brand new tires on my car by the time I get home tonight…
….but that still doesn’t do much to comfort me.