Today at lunch I discussed opening an IT shop with a colleague, it would only be a go we agreed if we would append a P and an E to the word and would consistently write kick-ass programmes. Also we would insist on tyres being spelled with a Y. Why? Because we said so. This is an IT Shoppe after all. We have standards!
Speaking of tyres you should go read this post from 2005 and come back here for a story.
Ok, Story Time!
We are digging out of our crazy 2-day spring snowstorm in Alberta. I would have taken the bus to school on Tuesday for my exam if I didn't have to meet with someone afterward. The place where I got stuck the worst was in a parking lot, well, sort of stuck, stuck enough that it took me five minutes of back and forth to get out and not stuck enough that anyone came to help push me out. Then I drove home without any problems as most of the main streets had already been cleared.
I turned into my street later and I took it easy since there were some pretty deep ruts and my car is lower than the redneck trucks in the neighbourhood. I'd noticed a banging noise from underneath the car after the parking lot incident but didn't think anything of it and then it went away, maybe it was a block of ice or something that had built up or gotten jammed in. So carefully I rounded the corner by my house but 10 houses from my driveway I just stopped moving. When I stepped on the gas I didn't hear anything, not tires spinning on ice, not the motor revving, nothing. After checking I hadn't stalled I got out and saw that my TIRE HAD FALLEN OFF MY CAR. The banging noise my dad figures was the tie rods that join into the drive shaft (or something like that, ha ha look at me being such a car-pro) had a bolt shear off or something from all the potholes & bumpy winter driving...
The phone call:
"Dad, my tire just fell off!"
" ...It. did. not."
"It did, can you come help me? I'm just on my street, I can see my house, and it just fell off after I turned the corner."
"No way, come off it..."
"No really, the driver's side tire is off. Can you please come help me? And bring some tools!"
The tire thing really is my own fault, and here's how: a few weeks ago driving to school and dropping my sister off downtown we rounded a corner on Queen Elizabeth Rd and a car was stopped at the top of the hill blocking traffic. Its tire had fallen off. We giggled and wondered how that could happen, and listening to the radio someone reported on the traffic that someone's wheel had fallen off their car on such and such street and "how could that happen??" YES. I'll tell you how it happens: quickly and easily. You don't even notice anything if there's a lot of snow under your car. Your car just stops moving.
Now I'm going to be totally freaked out even more than when the hood of my car flew up while going 80km/hr on Calgary Trail.
