As most of you know but a few might not I had a bit of a run in, shall we say, with yokohama tires this weekend. It all started when I got back home and started driving Malik around town again. I noticed quite a bit of shaking when I reached high speeds. As I've been told and have learned from Car Talk I knew it was most likely something to do with my alignment/tires. But being the lazy ass I am and assuming that my mom had done as I had told her when I originally left months ago (to change the front tires that had incidentally partially caused my first wreck), I didn't check my tires. Well on sunday afternoon in the midst of my BBQ/Fajita fest I left my house to go pick up a friend. I got on the freeway and made sure to talk it slow (or just slower than I usually would) as I knew something was wrong with the car. About 2 miles down my front passenger tire blew out and even though in Houston you're not supposed to stop on the freeway I did and changed my tire as fast as I could. Got the spare on and was back on the road, taking the back streets, to go pick up my friend. I completed the task and head back home to rejoin the BBQ and all my friends that were awaiting my arrival so we could start playing a round of poker.
As most Houstonians know even the back streets of houston are riddled with constant construction. On this particular day it happened to be at Richmond and Fountain View that they had taken out some of the asphalt for lord knows what reason... Maybe to eventually smooth it over again. But not until I went over it in my spare cause my spare to blow and leaving us stranded in a bar parking lot calling my fellow BBQers to come and rescue us.
I took my flat tire with me and went home.
The next morning I woke up at seven, took the wheel to the tire shop and got a new one. Drove back to Malik who thankfully was still sitting in the bar parking lot and changed yet again another tire. Had to get home to finish packing so I could leave on time to catch my flight.
Before me and ash left for the airport we decided to get a bite to eat at a nice place called Napolies. We headed towards the freeway and the car sounded a bit funny. Well when we pulled over to further inspect the noise and as i stepped out I saw that she had a flat tire. Yes, another flat tire on another car. So I got out and changed the tire which made me late for my flight. But not as late as the fact that i had to then go home and take another shower because i was wet with sweet. All in all i got to the airport just in time to run down the terminal and ear them saying "final boarding for San Francisco." I made i on the plane but just barely.
All in all I got home at midnight, just in time to celebrate my being in SF for 4 months to the day.
Happy four months matt.
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