You Know There Is Something Wrong With The Car When…

You slide around a corner when you know that the back tyres are still good. When the Spouse has to fight to regain control of the car.

We were 3 corners from home, after having dinner with my parents, when the car started to slide. As Nathan regained control, he was swearing and cursing just a little because hello? we were on the bitumen, not the gravel and the car shouldn’t have slid. Let me just add, that if we were going to slide on ANY corner between my house and Mum’s, I definately would have chosen the corner that it happened on. The road is nice and wide, it wasn’t a sharp corner and there was plenty of space to straighten up.

We were home less that 30 seconds later, none the worse for wear. We headed up to pay the rent, and I remarked upon a funny noise to Nathan. As we pulled up to the landlords house I said

‘There, that sounds odd. Did you feel that clunking?’

‘Yeah, it was strange. We definately need new tyres, we shouldn’t have slid on that corner’

‘I know, very strange.’

I got out of the car and noticed our back tyre.

‘Uh, Hun? I think we slid because the back tyre is completely flat’

‘What?!’

I examined closer.

‘Actually Hun, I will rephrase that, we slid because the back tyre burst’

‘It burst?’

‘Yep, blew out, it’s a mess’

‘Well, definately new tyres this week then’

‘Yup’

‘Fucking thing’

‘Yup’

I went and paid the rent, discussed the state of everything with my landlady (I have a good landlady) and got given a bag of cherries (off her trees! yum! also mentioned that we should have apricots and apples soon).

We drove home at less than 5kph as the tyre flapped in the mirror. 200m took us at least 2mins to drive, with both of us going ‘shit shit shit’ the whole way.

Nathan, darling that he is, changed the tyre as soon as we got home (as you do). His job was made harder by the fact that our jack has no handle and was WEDGED into the boot so he had to reef it to get it out. The nuts wouldn’t budge, so much so that Nathan had to get the blockbuster to hit the unscrewy thing (the name has deserted me) until it loosened. He scratched the car as well.

Can we say annoyed?

After much swearing and cursing (Nathan’s) and giggling (Amy’s) the tyre was changed. New tyres to be bought Wednesday.

The tyre, looking a little worse for wear.

Nathan, grumpily putting the burst tyre back into the boot. Bloody thing!