I got a Flat tire last Friday.
As I was changing lanes on the highway, I suddenly found myself speedily approaching what appeared to be a block. A block not unlike what you’d use to prevent a truck from rolling on a hill. I didn’t have enough time to get out of the way, so I hit it. Square on. The whole car surged – WHAAATHUMP.
I knew I had a flat. No need to drive any further. There’s no way a tire could survive that sort of impact.
I pulled over, got out. And checked the tire. Sure enough, there was a steady hiss coming from the side. I found a hat from the backseat, clapped my hands with authority, and got to work.
And about 9 minutes of fury later, I’m back in my car. I was not surprised to see two more cars just a short ways down the road pulled over with flat tires as well.
I get to work… barely. The car wasn’t sounding good. I got out to inspect… and found that the SPARE TIRE WAS FLAT. What?!
Two flat tires? BAH!
I found another Nissan in the parking lot, found the owner, and borrowed his spare. Over lunch, I went to Firestone to get a new tire.
While waiting at Firestone I was called to the desk. “Hi Mike. We need to show you this.”
And we went out into the garage.
“Your passenger side break calipers are frozen up, you’ve only been operating off the driver’s side break. And you really need some new brake pads. we really need to change that, and the rotors.”
$800 later the car was back on the road. Bummer.