blowout

Most expensive trip to Belmont ever.

I had a flat/near blowout on the rear driver’s side tire today. I was on the highway. Yes, I can change my own tire, but it requires (literally) my entire body weight bouncing on the short-armed bolt-turner. (Yes, that’s the technical name, I assure you.) Seriously, how do normal people turn the bolts? It took all of my weight, and if I didn’t have a rack on top of my car, I wouldn’t have had anything to hold on to while I was jumping up and down on the arm of the wrench.

Anyhow, I got it all changed, drove to Shalon’s house, and then we went on a quest to have my tire repaired. A few things I learned:

• Costco will not fix a tire unless you bought it there.
• The guys at Wheel Works are nice, but sell me expensive yet completely appropriate tyres.
• Chevy’s happy hour starts at 4pm, and they are right down the street from Wheel Works on El Camino.

In other spendy news, my bike is complete, save for a headset.