New tire and New Jeans
by Stephanie Holt
(Evansville, IN, USA)
Ralph Lauren Black Lable Jeans
I was heading home, from visiting my friend, music was blaring. I was singing along, actually screaming lyrics to a Seether song.
Since I live out in the boondocks, the roads were really dark. I was a bit caught up thinking; I’m the next rock star when I saw something in the road. It looked like a piece of wood. The next thing I knew, my car was vibrating and it was slowing down, making this horrible sound.
I got out and looked at my tires, knowing that one of them had been harmed by this piece of wood lying in the road. I needed new tires about 5,000 miles ago, they were very worn and seen better days. I wasn’t surprised that I blew a tire, but I was a little upset, because it was 10:30 P.M. on a back road, no light, and nobody in sight to help me change the tire. I never paid attention when it came to this part of driver’s education. I didn’t know a thing about changing a tire.
I drove my car about 200 feet and turned into a long drive way, that lead up to a trailer. I was hoping that I didn’t harm my car by doing this, but I sure didn’t want a farmer to plow into it with his combine, because of leaving it on the road over night. I wanted to ask the owner of the property if I could leave my car at the end of the drive way, so I could come back in the morning with my husband to change the tire .
I walked up the long dark drive way. I heard dogs barking, and then they started running toward me. Muffling curse words, and a bit scared, I kept walking. The dogs started to circle me, and I tried to talk in a calm manner, but it didn’t stop them. They started nipping at my feet. I started walking faster, but when I reached the front door, the door ripped my jeans. Ugh, these were my favorite jeans too!
I explained to the woman that I had a flat tire, and I wasn’t going to be able to change it that evening, and would be back the next day. She was okay with the fact I parked my car at the end of their driveway.
As I turned to head toward my car, she told me, “My dogs do have their rabies shots!” I laughed a bit, looked down at my jeans. Not only did I have to buy a new tire, I would also have to buy me some new jeans.
The next day, I was taught how to change a tire. Even after this 45 minute demonstration, I am unsure I could do it by myself.
I will remember one thing, if my tire should blow out again, to not pick the house with a long drive way.