Back in early December I did a meet-&-greet with a couple of my would-be readers. They were a kind and fun couple who invited us into their home in McCormick Woods. While clueing them in on how and where I get the inspiration for my stories, I shared with them just one example of the types of ‘incidents’ and ‘adventures’ that I’ve been blessed with my entire life. This one had to do with flat tires.I was telling them about how I once had a Suburban that got not 1, not 2, not even 3… but 8 flat tires within a matter of weeks. Then the same thing happened less than ten years later with a Camaro I owned. As I was freaking out, my husband told me not to worry, that everyone gets flat tires. “Okay”, I told him, “so when was the last time you had just ONE flat tire?” He couldn’t think of a time. Right, just what I thought. I definitely had a right to worry.
The couple got a good laugh out of it and were assured that I had LOTS of stories to tell of strange things happening in my life.
So, the following day after visiting with the couple, we took a drive out to Ocean Shores and spent a few hours. My hubby was pretty tired when we started back so I went ahead and took over driving. I had barely gone one mile when my truck was giving me a warning signal that there was only 2-PSI in my front left tire. What?? I hadn’t really heard or felt anything. I pulled over and got out and looked. Wow, the truck was right. It was so flat it was on the rim. Danny just looked at me, shook his head and tried not to stumble over his words. “Yep, if it’s gonna happen, it’s gonna happen to you!”
Thankfully we were in town and had just passed the tire store. The mechanic came and put air in the tire, which barely lasted the short drive back. Even worse than the fact of it happening to me was that because our truck is all-wheel drive, we had to purchase FOUR new tires. Our little jaunt to the beach ended up costing us $1300 in tires! I guess I shouldn’t have told that story the night before.