When It Rains, It Pours

april 8, 2004

Well, when it rains, it pours. Tonight while Eileen was driving home, she was using her hands-free and talking with me on the phone. When she got really close to home I heard a loud thud and then I heard her say something. She had run over something, and we later found it had caused a large gash in her front passenger tire. Her car limped home and then she called AAA to come out and check out the tire -- hey, if we're paying for the membership, might as well give them a ring. I came over to her house and we waited for AAA together. After waiting for more than 40 minutes, we gave a call to see what the status of the driver was and it was then that the driver appeared. He was a big friendly guy who put some air into the tire and found the large gash in it. He exclaimed an expletive and showed us the size of the tear. He said it could probably be repaired with a patch on the inside of the tire and gave us a few good places to go to get the tire fixed. Well, it wasn't more than two weeks since the incident on my Solara and now the Accord gets it in the tire. Hope we do not have to buy new tires for the Accord. I am glad that Eileen got home safe and that she was not injured.