I Am Tired, or, How I Blew It

Sometimes life happens to us. And sometimes we bring it on ourselves. In this case, I brought it on myself.

I was calmly cruising home from work, maybe going to tad too fast for the road, when my entire left hand side took an unceremonious dip into a construction pothole. Not your normal kind of minor water holding pothole, but the deep ragged jagged crevasse that roadwork leaves. 

As soon as I felt it, I knew it was gonna be good. Sure the Land Rover suspension could handle something like that, but I also knew that I didn’t have the best tires in the world. Sure enough, as soon as I got to my destination around the corner I could hear the air escaping from the rear tire. A huge hole in the side.

As bad as this sounds, it was made worse by my am stupidity. Not only did I not have a jack in the truck, but my spare was of dubious quality and had no air in. There was no way I was going to be able to get the rover on the road by myself.

Yes, I was driving around totally unprepared. And I knew it. I had known it for months and chosen to do nothing about it. No, that’s not totally true. The one thing I had done was to put my spare tire and jack needs on my todo list. Wow, how efficient of me. 

Luckily, I was in front of a friend’s house – which was my destination all along. I was able to call AAA and they promptly sent a truck. My friend even insisted that I go to dinner with him and his wife and enjoy a few beers and a burger on them. Those the kind of friends to have. 

Long story short, I got it towed home. I aired up the sprare so that I could at least motivate a bit, and a new tire or two and a jack on the next things on my purchase list. As well as looking at my todo list a little more often. And perhaps actually getting a few of those things done.

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