The proper place for tires

So I have been in just such a dry spell with this blog stuff. But sometimes the cool people I know who blog re-post posts that were more exciting than some. Remember the tire fiasco of 2011? Probably not, so I am re-posting because it was just so fun. Also, this is in honor of my poor car named T-Mu, who has been in the car hospital this week and the car doc can't figure out why T-Mu is sick :(

Here's ye olde post --->



New story in my ever-so-interesting life. (sarcasm) I ran over a tire. Yeah, a tire. You would think, "Savannah, how did you run over a tire? Aren't you always "running over" tires?" WELL, somebody, a really SMART somebody, misplaced their tire. In the middle of the Pyramid HWY.

Oh, don't worry, Sir/Ma'am, I misplace things there ALL the time. Especially my giant, off-road tires, because I have a bunch of those just lying around.

You might also ask, "Savannah, didn't you see the giant, off-road tire in time to brake or something?" Well, I sure didn't, seeing as how it was night, about midnight to be exact, and the tire is black, and the road is black, and my headlights aren't the brightest, and a lot of other excuses I've got up my sleeve to keep myself from feeling like a total idiot.

To paint an even clearer picture of this dramatic event, the tire is probably AT LEAST 12" thick. My little saturn? A piddly 9 or 10"  inches off the ground if even. So, that doesn't really make sense, how did I make it over that thing? Easy. I skid across it using the momentum I had from NOT SLOWING DOWN AT ALL BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE TIME. And not without repercussions. Now my car is in the shop, hip hip. For the second time this summer!

So guys, to illustrate, this is where off-road tires belong...

Here.

NOT here.

Here.

NOT Here.

HERE!!

NOT...... here.

I think I've made my point.

And I've laughed about it quite a bit since :)