Coming home from my mom's house this afternoon I hit the curb on a weird slow-down turn thing in the middle of the road. (If you've driven down Corral Canyon you know what I'm talking about.) Instantly, I knew something was wrong with my tires. I pulled over to the side of the road to have a look, and for some reason, I only looked at the back tire. It looked all bent out of shape, but not flat. Luckily, I was only about 5 minutes from my mom's house, so she came down to help me watch the kids while I called for a tow truck. It wasn't until I got out of the car for a second time that I looked at the front tire and saw the horrible damage to the tire. I don't know I did this. I've driven through the curve zillions of times before. It may have been the over tired 2 year old complaining about her sticky fingers that distracted me from slowing down enough to make it through.
Thank goodness for the iPhone I was able to look up a towing company to come and change my flat tire. Yes, I do not know how to change a tire, and even if I did, I would still call someone to do it for me. That looks like a dirty, sweaty man job. I made it home on the spare, and now tomorrow I've got to go and get a new tire. Fun times :)
















