We were at Lucille’s BBQ to commemorate Vu’s first bite of meat in 2 months. It was incredibly windy that night, so silly me, I thought I could warm up by the neon sigh. Huh. What can I say? Red equates “heat” in my mind.

Mike is working on an amazingly beautiful project called Project Pedal. You should check it out!

Last Friday night, I’m happily humming in my car, racing along to have dinner with good folks when I catch sight of the car in front of me bump through a huge pothole. I swerve, but too late- my tire slams into the edge of it. My car makes a really bad “whomp” noise, so I think that I’ve just scratched the front lip (my car has a lower clearance because of the body kit), but I pull over to check just in case. As soon as I walk over to the passenger side, I can hear the air hissing out of the front tire, and I watch as my poor baby sinks towards the asphalt.

I call AAA to change my tire for me. (I guess technically, I could have changed the tire myself, but I doubt my chicken arms have the strength) I wait for half an hour until 2 (count ‘em, 2!!) tow trucks show up. Apparently, another car (a Porsche Cayenne SUV!!) hit the exact same pothole after me.

So the AAA guy proceeds to change my tire, but not without answering his phone first. Hm. I drive on to Canter’s with my tiny donut of a spare, being careful not to exceed 50 mph. I arrive at dinner and join the others in breaking the communal bread. Hooray!