run flat-ass, run!

well, at least it took my mind off OTHER car troubles for a bit…

…i’m starting to think the only way to get rid of them all is to get rid of the fucking car.

the irony is that is the two “big” issues right now (in quotes because, god willing, it’s not effecting the way the thing drives, it’s just proving to be annoying) is the top not working properly, and now a persistent “click-click” in the engine itself, all be it towards the top (good) and on the driver’s side, which is NOT where the pistons/lifters/rockers are (also good) but it makes one wonder where it came from or what it is. fixing them properly more than likely won’t be cheap unless i can do it myself, and once they’re fixed i wouldn’t wanna unload the car – especially if i have to pay a mechanic to do the engine thing (i’m convinced i can figure out the top myself). so i guess he’ll be around a while, which is cool; he is a pretty handsome ride.

no money to deal with that, so let’s move on to the story at hand before i get more bummed or frustrated here, shall we?

so the other night i had parked across three spaces at the shop ’cause i was there after hours and with a decent tequila buzz that was funny. it had been a good night – fun times with the ufc, a good workout, and the spurs had one game one of the western semis in double overtime. follow that with a “one and done” run to trudy’s with our piercer andres and that’s a damn fine night!

but then i had to run to the shop and when i walked out noticed that i had a bubble in the sidewall of my front tire, right next to the bead (where the rim and the tire meet) and the bead was cracked. from all i know of automotive stuff this is BEGGING for a blow-out. but i knew my spare wasn’t good, i had to get home, and i had just enough of the mexican truth serum in me to have a “eh, fuck it” attitude, so i drove home thirty-five miles and kept it below seventy…

…for me, that’s conservative.

got home to a tremendous hiss as all the air that tire owned left me and i had visions of the next day, as i was out of all food for me (and the pups) being a run to the store with a backpack on a bike kinda day – and how i got that thirty-five pound bag of purina one home for them was a total mystery; but then i remembered that my front tires are “run-flats”, which meant that even though the tire pressure was at zero.

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the tire looked like this:

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so i got to do my running around, just stayed in lockhart for my two days off, and then got to roll into austin on a flat tire SAFELY as long as i kept it at 55mph or below (the tires are rated to go 100 miles like this). by the time i got there there two new large cracks in the side wall, but they were still rolling okay. going forward i think this will SO be the tires this car has permanently…

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