I Drive No Matter What

posted on april 6, 2003, tag: me

Last night after visiting with Shawn, Evan, Steve and Ellie in New Jersey, I drove back to Katia's parent's house for the night. On the way back, the steering in the car seemed funny. As the trip—which is only about 20 minutes—progressed, it got more and more noticable. A grumbling in the front-right tire, and noticable pull to that side, especially when going fast. The last few feet to the house and up the driveway were especially rough.

I was concerned I had done something to the alignment. Perhaps I hit something but didn't notice? I couldn't tell, but I was worried. I got out of the car and walked up to the tire. In the darkness of the garage I realized I couldn't see anything. I felt for the tire and realized there was no hubcap. Perplexed, I walked into the house and asked if there was anything I didn't know about the car. No one knew. They did ask me, however, if the tire was flat. Of course not, I said.

Upon further checking (I actually looked at the damned tire), it was flat. I had driven for 20 minutes on a flat tire. And I lost the hubcap. Like an idiot, I walked back into the house and admitted that I am a fucking moron.