Went to Vegas over the weekend. Picked up a rescue dog at the shelter.
Came out to get in the truck, and heard a hiss. Well, my wife did, I'm practically deef. 1/4" bolt sticking out of 12 o'clock high on the tire, right in the middle.
Drove two blocks to a yellow and turquoise colored Llantas Reparado shop and had it fixed in 15 minutes for $10. 6:50 Saturday afternoon. Drove five or six miles through dense city to get to Interstate, and didn't pass another open tire store.
If my wife hadn't noticed that, it would have gone out on the Interstate.
Someone is looking over me. Or I'm lucky. Naw, if I was lucky, I'd win the lottery.
Stevebook coming soon
A fool shows his annoyance at once, but a prudent man overlooks an insult.