Flat Tire

As long as I have had my license I had never had a flat tire...until last Saturday night that is!! We were coming back from the aforementioned bonfire (after Ben loaded up the tractor...about a half hour's worth of work) and it was about 11pm when I felt and heard a strange thing. I was about a mile from home when I turned a corner and heard a slight banging noise. I thought it was just the cooler in the trunk, however it got louder and more frequent. I thought it was strange and knew something was wrong. I pulled over, thinking it may be a flat tire. Sadie seemed quite confused with this ruckus too! She had been sleeping and did not like the disturbance! Ben was in front of me with the truck (towing the tractor), so I figured he would notice that I wasn't behind him and turn back. Well...I was wrong! I hopped out, checked the tire (which was indeed flat...and smokin' hot!), and got back into the car to wait for my knight to ride down in his trusty truck. Well, I waited, continued to wait, and waited some more...at that point I gave up and called Ben. (Thank God for cell phones!) He then rode down on his other trusty mode of transportation...his bike! I ended up driving home, Ben got the tire fixed on Monday, and Holly (my car) was up and running smoothly again. I did get to drive to work Monday pimpin' my donut tire though...pretty sweet...I know you're all jealous... (Sadly I did not get a picture of the pimpiness -- nice new word I made up by the way -- but here is a picture of the flat for your viewing pleasure!)


P.S. I got a drill bit in my tire...which is what caused it to go flat...in case you're wondering. Pretty good, eh?! I figure go big or go home, right?!