Had my snow tires put on this weekend.

Monday I go to work, and it feels a little squishy in the front. It's only about a mile and a half (and raining), so I crawl to work, get there, and yep, about 12 pounds down. Bad seal is my thought. Grumble grumble, put the little toy compressor to it. It's good. Good that evening. Good last night. Good this morning.

Get out of work, utterly flat.

Put the compressor to it. Nothing.

Try to goop it. Nothing.

Grumble, grumble, cuss, cuss. Get the donut out of the trunk. Get the jack and the tire iron. Swap it out.

Found the problem- the head of a square nail is deep between the treads. *sighs* They were brand new last winter. And an antique, hand forged nail that has been minding it's own business for over a century ruins my day.

Headlamp and McFeely's Pocket Wrench from the EDC helped out.

Tomorrow night I'll try to get it repaired. *sighs*

That was my excitement for the day. Ready for everything short of a nuclear exchange with what is in my car. Glad I was ready for this or I'd never be able to live it down.

What, no patch kit in the car? *ducks and runs*

Could have been worse. Try changing a tire while wearing a dress, in the rain.

It's okay, you did good.

Sue

If I do, I'm sure not gonna be telling people about it.

Sue, in a dress would be better than the last time I had to change a tire. Spare, check. Tire iron, check. Jack, check. Jack handle... jack handle... *cussstomprantravecusscussstompkick*

*in much smaller voice* Cell phone, check. "Triple-A? Yeah, I'm on I-89 just past mile marker...."

Sorry Sue,
If I were to do that the tire and the rain would be the least of my worries.

I'm thinking step one has to be get out of the dress - at least I know that would my first step, spares the dress and the reputation. Step two is change the tire and step three is start worrying about how I got into a dress in the first place.

- Eric

IronRaven...ever consider reforging that antique nail into something else like a small flint striker or something or a small scraper for your ferro rod. Since it found you, kinda sorta, might as well use it for something. Or keep it as a nail.

I dropped it off to get it patched tonight. I did actually ask them to save that sucker.