This weekend my wife and I drove up to Atlanta for the wedding of a frind of her’s. That’s about a 350 miles drive – no big deal in the Prius. After checking in at the hotel, we got dressed and headed for the location of the ceremony – the house of one of the parents. Less than a mile out, and confused because the NAV system had become confused, I looked at the screen for a moment misjudged a turn, and slammed into a curb, ripping the sidewall out of our right front tire – and making a very memorable sound in the process (think large bomb going off...).
So there I was, in suit and tie, changing a shredded tire. It doesn’t get any better than that. . .
Of course, none of this was my fault – I asked Hotels.com for a hotel no more than 15 miles from the wedding, and got one 27 miles away instead. So it’s their fault – right?
Anyway, we made it to the wedding on time (dang, I’m good at changing tires...), and relatively intact (though drenched in sweat), so I guess I should not complain.
We also brought the kids, having bought tickets for the Georgia Aquarium for 11:00 the next morning. So I found myself at the nearest Big-10 Tires at 7:00 Saturday, looking for a fix, covered by my road hazard plan. Of course, the Michelins I had were not in stock, so I had to settle on a set of no-name Fusions, just to get on my way on time to make it to the giant fish tank.
Now, the car tracks down the road reasonably well, but with the steering wheel cocked about 15 degrees to the right of center (before this mishap, the wheel and straight ahead were in perfect agreement. . .).
I’m now afraid that I’ve bent the whole car. I slammed into a curb at about 20 mph (really, during the time compression of the moment, I was expecting an airbag in my face at any moment, and actually wondered how my wife would react to the bag messing up her makup.
Hmmmm, maybe it’s time to ger ‘er fixed up and go find me a nice unbent Camry hybrid. . .
So there I was, in suit and tie, changing a shredded tire. It doesn’t get any better than that. . .
Of course, none of this was my fault – I asked Hotels.com for a hotel no more than 15 miles from the wedding, and got one 27 miles away instead. So it’s their fault – right?

Anyway, we made it to the wedding on time (dang, I’m good at changing tires...), and relatively intact (though drenched in sweat), so I guess I should not complain.
We also brought the kids, having bought tickets for the Georgia Aquarium for 11:00 the next morning. So I found myself at the nearest Big-10 Tires at 7:00 Saturday, looking for a fix, covered by my road hazard plan. Of course, the Michelins I had were not in stock, so I had to settle on a set of no-name Fusions, just to get on my way on time to make it to the giant fish tank.
Now, the car tracks down the road reasonably well, but with the steering wheel cocked about 15 degrees to the right of center (before this mishap, the wheel and straight ahead were in perfect agreement. . .).
I’m now afraid that I’ve bent the whole car. I slammed into a curb at about 20 mph (really, during the time compression of the moment, I was expecting an airbag in my face at any moment, and actually wondered how my wife would react to the bag messing up her makup.
Hmmmm, maybe it’s time to ger ‘er fixed up and go find me a nice unbent Camry hybrid. . .
