Since most of my time is typically spent in an airport, I was fortunate this week to be close to home. Keep in mind that for a traveler “close to home” is very subjective. In my case, “close to home” means I leave my house in the daylight and return in the daylight without having to take time off to do so.
In any case, I am working close to home and get in the car around 5:30ish to head there. This is one of those rare occasions where I can actually go with my family and friends to dinner during “normal” hours. Tonight was such the case. I should emphatically stress “WAS” the case.
I’m driving down the road, minding my own business (for once) and I start hearing a loud clanging noise. I had just passed an old rusted car, so of coarse I’m thinking the noise is not coming from “MY” car. A couple of miles down the road (the rust bucket no where in sight), I am still hearing the noise, only it is getting louder and changing to a thumping sound. I am not a stupid person (for the most part) so I do what most normal people do. I pull over and walk around my car. I was thinking the muffler must be getting loose. That is the only part I see that could fall off of a car. I mean, all of the other parts are “in” the car – right?
Everything looks good. So I’m thinking, that had to be leftover noise from that rust bucket I passed earlier. (Leftover noise is kind of like the image you see when you stare at something real bright (like the sun). When you shut your eyes, you can still see the impression of the image that was made on your retinas.)
I see absolutely nothing wrong with my car, so the sound MUST be leftover noise. I get back in my car. I no sooner get back on the road and the noise comes back stronger and louder. All of a sudden, I hear a big “Boom” and then nothing at all. The car doesn’t shake or anything. It drives perfectly fine. I pull over again just in case. I do another walk around and there it is — a huge hold in my tire. I can now say I have had a blow out. I have been on the road many, many years and miles and this was my first flat tire. It was bound to happen. Thank heavens I was “close to home”.
Now here’s the thing, I’ve been on the side of the road for over 40 minutes waiting for my husband. I’ve seen 3 police cars and a state trooper pass right by me. Did they stop to assist? Are you kidding me? They didn’t even observe the law requiring drivers to move over a lane when passing a stopped vehicle. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe a portion of my taxes pay some of their salaries “to protect and serve”. Where was the dag-blasted service I paid for??? I wonder if I could get a refund on the service they provided.
So, here I sit and wait for my husband to come to my rescue driving his white stallion. I should mention that his white stallion happens to be a 20 year old car with no air conditioning that won’t drive over 45 miles per hour without falling apart. Come to think of it, the white stallion kind of resembles the rust bucket I blamed the first set of noises on…Go figure….