Moving Up

As a few long time readers of this silly blog know, I am the Queen Of The Flat Tire. No vehicle is immune to my power. Every single car I've owned has been plagued by this nuisance. And, as a testament to my ever growing power, this year brought a few added bonuses.

In March, while borrowing a friend's van, I ended up with a flat tire. We're not talking a little lost air. We're talking rim on the ground, completely flat.

But I believe I may have reached the pinnacle of my flat tire awesomeness on Friday night. No longer content with merely a lowly flat I have moved on to ...

... a complete and utter explosion. How's this for raising the flat tire bar, eh? Aren't you impressed? Aren't you doubly impressed that I'm even here to write about it? Did I mention this happened on the freeway? In rush hour traffic? Yeah, either go big or go home, that's my motto. I don't think this one is repairable.

How did this happen? Well let me tell you. Just because a tire looks brand new tread wise, if the tires have been sitting on the car while it's been parked for SIX YEARS they have been exposed to the elements. Contracting in the winter, expanding in the summer, you get the idea. And they deteriorate. As we can clearly see above.

So tomorrow, providing my car is still on the freeway where I left it (did I mention my cell phone was dead and I had to walk to the next off ramp?), I will be purchasing four new tires. Any bets on how long before I get my next flat?