Keshia's Crappy Car Karma strikes again!

For the first time since being home I had car trouble!

So I drove down to Logan this weekend. This is the second time since I've been home that I've gone down there so I was hoping that maybe I wouldn't have any troubles with cars again, like the first time. And going down there was no problem at all. And then coming back I stopped at a gas station and saw that one of the tires was low. I had taken the red car, by the way. So the front right tire was low. And I thought well, I should probably fill it up but I don't know how to do that, but Dad can probably help if I call and we can sort this out. When the car was done filling with gas I drove around the parking lot and there wasn't an air station thing, so I said, I guess I'll be ok, there's nothing I can do about it. Hopefully there's no trouble. Well that was a build-up just for suspense, I made it home just fine. No problems with the car.

So this morning I am going to church, I'm in a little bit of a hurry because I gave a talk today, and I've got the truck. And I'm maybe 5 blocks away or something when the truck like, crunches and I know basically right away that I have a flat tire. But I keep going because I'm not too far away and I have to be on time because I'm giving a talk, like I said. And I can hear the air leaking out and I'm praying I can make it to the parking lot. And then I hit a red light, the wait empties the air out of the tire, but I'm right there so I go the rest of the way and park.

The luckiest part of this story is that BECAUSE I was giving a talk Mom and Dad came to my sacrament meeting, it didn't conflict with their meetings, and so I wasn't stranded clear across town. They were there to give me a ride home and then Michael and Dad went back and changed the tire not in their Sunday clothes and drove the truck back home.

So they bring me outside when they get home and show me the tire, and there's this silver thing in the tire and Dad says, it's ok that you kept driving it because the tire's already shot. That's a relief. And then they decide to pull this thing out. It took 3 different pliers, Michael and Dad taking turns pulling on it, and finally with a great jerk Dad yanks out this:

Can you believe how HUGE it is? That's my finger. I ran over that thing and somehow lodged it completely in the tire. Not sure how that happened. The last lucky thing about this is that Dad was planning on putting snow tires on the truck anyway, so it's ok that I got a flat tire. Yay!