It’s 3AM….and a flat tire.
Grrr. I worked six hours of OT at the PD tonight, and as I was heading home at 0300, I noticed the truck was handling a little strange. As I drove out of the municipal complex towards the main entrance by the water fountain, it was sounding funny and pulling to the left. I rolled down the window and noticed a rather abnormal bulge in the tire. I pulled into a spot and got out my flashlight. Sure enough, the SOB was low on air. I spotted the culprit – a screw.
I drove at granny speed (30) to the Hess on Hwy 52 and put air in it. In the time I was driving my Fire Dept got a call, so I cursed for being unable to respond. Once aired up, I decided I would head to the station and change the tire there (they have a floor jack…much easier than the POS jack in the truck) and I could also get credit for the call. So I did that and had the spare tire on, with its beautiful dirty black rim. I even managed not to get my work clothes dirty.
That’s my excitement for the night.