Paper Lantern

Rubber - Made

Rubber - Maid would have been Easier to deal with, no matter the scenario. But, alas...I find myself regaling you with the Unfortunate time (3 days ago), when I got into my Jeep after work, only to discover that my tire pressure...rear tire, driver's side, was showing 25 psi. Now, I didn't Pretend to have an Inkling whether or not that was going to get me home, but I was dang sure going to attempt it! "Stop and put air in it", you say? What utter Nonsense! Where-in That lie the Chaos of my life??

I Do, however, call my husband, to let him know that...well...it Could be registering that due to the cold temperatures overnight. (It is 68 degrees, mind you, when I am telling him this). He assures me, "Nope! You have something in your tire!"

See I THOUGHT...was Hoping, that Nothing could Ever find its way into my 15 inch mud tires. Lo and behold. It appears that I was somewhat amiss in my thinking. My husband went from, when I got the Jeep 3 years ago (You deserve it) to (you need to trade it in...it's going to be nothing but trouble with those BigA** tires and lift kit)! Sigh.

So, here I am, making my hour drive home down country roads, Praying that I make it, all the while, watching the psi drop. It went from 25 to 20 by the time I made it home, and it Barely looked low.

My husband comes out, looks it over and says, "You have a BigA** nail in it!" You might be thinking at this point that might be his favorite saying. Let me assure you...he has several more Colorful ones that he likes to bring out and toss around when things do not go his way. He says, "It's a Guy thing. All the guys I work with talk Worse than me!" That was a bit off topicish, so...back to it.

He drives my Jeep into the garage, and begins to take off the Massive spare. Let's just say, it took both of us, so as not to throw out his back, or some such. At which point he reiterates the need for me to trade my Jeep in...again. Once we get that off, we were ready to replace with the damaged one. He begins jacking the Jeep up, only to hear a very Loud POP! He asks, "Did something just BREAK?!" He looks closer, and sure enough (and bear with me here, as I do not know the proper name for this, maybe), the suspension bar is Hanging...not attached on one end! Yikes! He spends an Agonizing (for both of us) hour finding a bolt, as it was apparently missing its bolt, and slid from its normal resting place when the Jeep was being jacked up...pulling, tugging, and twisting this bar to get it back into its original position to put a bolt through it to hold it in place. Once we get the poor, sad, injured tire off, my husband proceeds to attempt to patch it, grumbling the whole time, that he probably will not be able to. Sure enough, after much Grunting, Pushing, Straining, and More grunting, he cannot get the patch far enough into the tire. This does Absolute Wonders for his already Spiking frustration, but no worries...it's a Guy thing!

We manage (Just Barely), to lift, hold, then endlessly wriggle the behemoth of a spare onto the bolts that we cannot seem to align, to slide the tire on. After this, he says that the Ruined tire has leaked all of its air out, but it is so Large and bulky, that it has managed to remain on the rim. So, onto the Back of the Jeep that one went. Driving two days back and forth to work (an hour each way) without a spare was a bit anxiety - bulding, as we are going to go get 4 New tires on Monday! Christmas present, I was hoping, but alas...that will all be on Me, as, "You wanted this thing, now you have to deal with your tire expenses!" I mean, I suppose I understand. I would expect the same from him, were it the other way around.