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Crumbs Morrone and the Evil VW

Last night when I left work, my tire looked a little mushy.

"Oh come on, Tire."  Terrible habit, calling the different parts of this ridiculous car by name, but it gives my mind something to do other than hurl insults into the air and see where they land.

"You aren't quite flat, but you look like crap."Tired of this crap.  Ha!  Tired!  Oh the puns.

The tire shot me a tired look.  "You drive too fast.  And I don't like your hair today."

"Whatever."  I went around to the trunk and grabbed the emergency kit, which includes flares, jumper cables, a pressure gauge, and this incredibly cool pump that you plug into the cigarette lighter and it can refill your tire.  (Thank you, Dad, for buying me boring and practical gifts.  You were right.)

The tire yawned at me as I filled it up.  Once it was tight with air, I climbed in the car and drove home.  Went inside, changed for the gym.  Looked out the window at my car by chance and saw that the tire was flat.  Again.

I swear it winked at me from the driveway.

After changing the tire over to the full-size spare (good ol' cruddy VW does offer a full-size spare, I'll give them that), I went to the gym to workout.  Came home, did some stuff, coaxed Siah off of the bookcase where she was hoarding a stash of gym socks, changed my insulin pump site, and went to bed.

The alarm went off this morning early, giving me plenty of time to shower, get dressed, make lunch, look out the window, notice that now the spare tire was flat, let loose with a stream of curse words not unlike Yosemite Sam, and eat a plum.

The Car Gods are aligned against me today.  I pumped the spare back full of air, drove my six minutes to work, and made an appointment at Town Fair Tire.  (Name brands at discount prices!  Now try and get that theme song out of your head.) 

I'm admittedly Crumbs Morrone about this, and the only thing that is bringing a smile is a memory of Pee Wee's Playhouse (brought to me by Lester22).  Oh this blasted car. 

Today's secret word is:  Tire!   Ahhhh!


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Who could forget Larry Fishburne as Cowboy Curtis?

Here he is singing a song that includes the secret word of the day. (sadly it's not tire).


This is where I am lucky...the place where I work is a wholesaler, so we have delivery trucks and a mechanic who takes care of them.

I noticed my right rear tire looking pretty squishy, so I called up the garage and asked them to put air in it for me.

They call me back about 45 minutes after taking my car to our garage, and inform me that I had a nail stuck in my tire, but not to worry, they had patched it! I love where I work.

Too bad I'll be leaving at the end of August...


If I could I would fix it all by saying, "Meka leka high meka hynie ho."

The car winking at you cracked me up.

I can almost picture your VW with those nice looking white wall tires from the picture above!!!

2 tires fixed for the time of one! It's good you getting it fixed right away. I drove almost a month on a tire that kept going flat due to a huge construction bolt in it. I stopped at least every 2 days for air (no nifty gift from dad). I'm a true procrastinator!

By the way, I'm still freaked out by Large Marge!

The tire shot you a tired look. Ha! Of course. It's the only look it's got.

I totally feel your pain. My Jetta is the bane of my existence. Its favorite trick is to throw a check engine light every 3000 miles on the dot, for no apparent reason. Oh, and the last time it snowed I got a flat tire and then my heated seats stopped working. Then the crummy V-dub tire jack broke. Good luck with that lemon!

You're the woman...I would just go out and get a new car.

Tire inflators that plug into cigarette lighters...what will they think of next?

Perhaps you ran over a nail. They are easy to pick up. I've gotten two and both of them caused slow leaks. Sometimes they can be patched, sometimes not, but I've never trusted one after I've gotten it patched.

Wait, wait. They make tire inflators that plug into the cigarette lighter? Why hasn't anyone ever TOLD me this? I'm, like, the friggin' QUEEN of flat tires. I swear, I'm a nail magnet. I need to get me one of these.

I loved PeeWee's Playhouse. O loves him, too. I'm obviously doing something right.

Hi Kerri! I enjoy your blog! Hope you don't mind being tagged at http://www.angelabetts.com/blog/2007/06/27/tagged-blogs-bloggers/.

If so, my feelings won't be hurt. ;-)

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