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The Day The Tyre Died, Again

Thursday night we went to pick up F from MIAT. We arrived at 2200. But we left at almost midnight. What was I doing two hours in MIAT? Changing the tires of the car, that’s what. After everyone was secure aboard 10 minutes after our arrival (Irfan was fast asleep in the back seat, head on Emma’s lap and legs on F’s lap, or was it the other way around) I drove out of the college parking lot. After we went over the first speed bump, we heard a reciprocating clunking sound from the port aft quarter of the car. I stopped the car in front of the bus garage and discovered that not only the tire was flat, but it had came off the rim. Nothing to do but get the car ready for a tire change. There were problems. One, the nuts were shielded by a cover that […]

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